These are the days of our lives, friends. Although, if it wasn't for my Iphone and Outlook calendar I might not know which day. It's been easier to keep track of the season because the snow has melted and it's actually warm. The forecast, though, says we're about to get our obligatory April, "F*** Y**, I'm not gone!", post-Winter cold snap. After that, I'm pretty sure I'll have no idea where I even am.
At least I'll be able to pretend the reason I'm not going anywhere is because it's too nippy out. If it snows, I can even blame the bad roads for my hermit lifestyle. So there's that. That'll be fun. That'll give me about 8 minutes of entertainment for my long weekend.
Now, there's a term that's lost a little of its luster; weekend. That beautiful, well earned, two day break after the work week. I can relax in my soft clothes! I can drink a little too much wine! I can spend time with my family and watch some Netflix!
Welcome to quarantine life.
Today, I reached a professional milestone. I've officially been working from home for a month. So has Matt. And, also, Isabel hasn't been to school in the same time. It's a milestone for all of us, I guess. Albeit, not a unique one.
The verdict?
We're coping.
Just like all of you we have good days and not so good days. There are sad times. We don't deny them. We get frustrated and stir crazy and pissy with each other. We get over it. We've learned to give each other a little space, when needed. And hugs are always readily available.
We also clean. Constantly. Although, I don't think my family thinks that my daily, 15-minute cleaning parties are as much fun as I do. I don't care. Complain and you'll get landscaping duty. (and now your back's gonna hurt!) My house is spotless. The neat freak in me is overjoyed and on a serious note, it greatly helps my anxiety when things are in order.
I guess the point of this is to tell anyone who might need to hear it that you are not alone. We are all stressed, tired, anxious and even scared. We are grieving a lifestyle that changed almost instantly and trying to accept that it may never fully return to the way it was. In some ways, that's good. For the most part, though, it's a hard pill to swallow. I find that if you wrap it in bacon and deep fry it, it goes down a little easier. That is to say, keep a little flavour in your life. Clean with the radio up full blast! Call/message an old friend! Make silly faces with your kids! Watch familiar old movies that spark nostalgic memories. Anything you need to do to get through.
And don't even engage with the judgy-wudgies out there who want to tell you what they think you should be doing. Also, turn off the news.
Better days are coming, friends.
xoxo
Vanessa Sully
At least I'll be able to pretend the reason I'm not going anywhere is because it's too nippy out. If it snows, I can even blame the bad roads for my hermit lifestyle. So there's that. That'll be fun. That'll give me about 8 minutes of entertainment for my long weekend.
Now, there's a term that's lost a little of its luster; weekend. That beautiful, well earned, two day break after the work week. I can relax in my soft clothes! I can drink a little too much wine! I can spend time with my family and watch some Netflix!
Welcome to quarantine life.
Today, I reached a professional milestone. I've officially been working from home for a month. So has Matt. And, also, Isabel hasn't been to school in the same time. It's a milestone for all of us, I guess. Albeit, not a unique one.
The verdict?
We're coping.
Just like all of you we have good days and not so good days. There are sad times. We don't deny them. We get frustrated and stir crazy and pissy with each other. We get over it. We've learned to give each other a little space, when needed. And hugs are always readily available.
We also clean. Constantly. Although, I don't think my family thinks that my daily, 15-minute cleaning parties are as much fun as I do. I don't care. Complain and you'll get landscaping duty. (and now your back's gonna hurt!) My house is spotless. The neat freak in me is overjoyed and on a serious note, it greatly helps my anxiety when things are in order.
I guess the point of this is to tell anyone who might need to hear it that you are not alone. We are all stressed, tired, anxious and even scared. We are grieving a lifestyle that changed almost instantly and trying to accept that it may never fully return to the way it was. In some ways, that's good. For the most part, though, it's a hard pill to swallow. I find that if you wrap it in bacon and deep fry it, it goes down a little easier. That is to say, keep a little flavour in your life. Clean with the radio up full blast! Call/message an old friend! Make silly faces with your kids! Watch familiar old movies that spark nostalgic memories. Anything you need to do to get through.
And don't even engage with the judgy-wudgies out there who want to tell you what they think you should be doing. Also, turn off the news.
Better days are coming, friends.
xoxo
Vanessa Sully
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| In a few weeks, I could give this 'stache a run for its money. |
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