Just a random number to reflect how many years it feels like we have been in quarantine. Daycare closed so we were staying in a friend’s cabin to quarantine which burned down*. We went back to our apartment, then back to a new place to quarantine with my sister who graciously decided to come to help with child care. Hopefully this apartment will not burn down and on May 2nd, we will start a new plan to live at my in-laws during the week and my parents during the weekends.
Life has been strangely okay. What is harder is thinking about daycare reopening, work starting to expect more of us working parents, and then having to choose between seeing my parents and going to daycare. That seems like an awful situation to me…but maybe things will work out in a better or different way. I am also sure we have already had CV because of a fever bug we had in February or have been asymptotic carriers because MANY people in my building had it and a few were hospitalized. So it would be nice to get a test and know we are unlikely to infect our grandparents.
Life has a weird repetitive nature. I mostly don’t think too much about the future or even the next week. To me, it has been reduced to watching the baby from before I want to until 11 or so, 4-5 hours of work, a short workout, bedtime routine, and then some leisure/TV watching/food prep for the next day, etc.
MG has become soooo chatty. She can say: up, down, ball, book, baby, Mama, Dada, Nana, Moon, Doggy, Mou (for cat), birdie, done, more (she says mo, like a southern bell), yeah, and probably others I’m forgetting. Oh yes, no. If you offer her anything, the response is now no. No! NO!
*true story but I mostly try to not think about it.