More than a month has passed since my last post. Even though there are less activities and the pace is slower, we’ve been surprisingly busy.
In April, we celebrated two death anniversaries (my mom and my FIL), S turning “Sweet 16”, P turning “double digits”, D and I celebrating our 20th. We can’t forget about Easter! In April, we’ve acclimated to attending Mass via Facebook Live.
I still go to work at least 3 – 4 days a week. I’ve been volunteering some time at my hospital. The kids’ online school has them occupied during the day. D’s busier than ever, modifying lessons for online learning.
I’m trying to stay upbeat because let’s face it. We’re doing ok. We both have our jobs, the kids are healthy and we have enough toilet paper and paper towels to last a few months. Apparently TP and PT are scarce items. It’s hard though after about 50 days. How did people at war stay in shelter and hiding for so long? I guess we have the privilege that our very lives are dependent on it. Yeah, we can get sick and yeah we can die, but the actual percentage is low and definitely less imminent danger than say bullets and bombs. Still, it’s starting to wear me down.
I’m in my office today and I was putting up the latest artwork from Peanut. I didn’t notice until taking the photo to post here that mixed amongst the “love you’s” and “miss yo’s” are a few “stay safe’s”. Over the past month, she’s learned not to hug me when I come home. She’s learned to wait until I’ve showered. I guess she’s worried about me.