There is no telling what you might find rumbling around in my head or how it is going to come out. Here it is...
Last week was an interesting week of starting to fall into the funk I've been watching everyone else go through during this time. Mostly due to the fact that I own an event planning business and this has left our industry in shambles. I have rescheduled and rescheduled my poor couples to dates next year through lot's of tears and pep talks. I guess after my umpteenth pep talk I just gave out. I needed the pep talk but my poor family quarantined with me just doesn't have the energy to give me one but my husband makes me cocktails. They have been dealing with my post pep talk to clients moods for weeks and I'm lucky they haven't thrown me out.
Today is a new day and my good mojo mood seems to be back so I am trying to put it to use. This morning I have updated my website for my event business, done piles of laundry, checked on some people and generally got it in gear. I've started looking around my house and wondering if I am the only person that has been quarantined this long without totally cleaning out the house. I haven't organized all of the nooks and crannies and the windows have still not been washed. As a matter of a fact, it's kind of a mess more often. Let me tell you why...
I am quarantined with my husband David, my uncle George, two grown daughters Ashley and Kaitlynn, my grandson Presley and half the time Katie's best friend and my adopted daughter Alissa and Katie's boyfriend Zackary. It is a full house. These people are hungry, at least the kitchen destruction and grocery bill would suggest this. As I type there is a second person in the kitchen within a one hour time period making fried rice. Fried rice?! Who needs such a complicated lunch? Whatever happened to PB&J, bologna (fried if you want fancy), or a frozen burrito. I don't know what kind of mom you had but mine would have given me the "are you crazy look" if I had walked into her kitchen to whip up some fried rice for one. Now this dish takes a bit so sometimes they have to make a snack while it cooks. They "clean up" when they are done and then I go in rolling my eyes to do it again. This is an ongoing scenario and the microwave is whirling as I speak.
The laundry is a whole other issue which leaves me scratching my head. We seem to have a revolving door to the laundry room even though I see these people in the same clothes lounging on most days. As for me, I might have load a week. I get up every single day and ask myself if I am going to see anyone besides the neighbors. I am embarrassed to say that they have seen me sans bra and in anything that can be claimed as pajamas. Our relationships have either been damaged or solidified forever depending on how good of neighbors they were in the first place.
I wonder how all of you are holding up? I have days where I feel giddy that all I have to do is lay on the couch and watch The Walton's in between naps and snacks. I have days where I wonder if we will ever get to visiting together, I miss my people. I have planted a garden, read a couple of books and contemplated driving away but where would I go? How are all of you doing out there? The one thing I have noticed is that we get along well as a family. I have also been very aware of what a blessing it is to wake up and have coffee with my grandson as he grows. He smiles and laughs which melts away all of the problems in the world. This is indeed a scary time in history but we have been here before. Let's put the strength of our ancestors on and love on each other as we tough it out. We can and we will. Until then, I wish you good health and a better sense of humor. Now if you'll excuse me, it's snack time...
Just a woman on the edge of something every single day with a good sense of humor to assure I don't drive away Thelma and Louise style. This blog is just a way for me to share some realness with all of you.