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Life in the time of Corona, part 2

It's April 15. 

The airline sweet hubby will fly home on is not offering international flights until May.

He left home on March 13.

That's a pretty long time to be apart.

It will be followed by a two week quarantine, almost certainly, unless he's (or we've?) already had the Covid-19 before he returns.

I miss my parents and my brother and sister.
I miss my friends.
I miss having my kids at school most days.
I miss being able to take five minutes to regroup when my kids are driving me nuts.
I miss sharing the cooking and cleaning with another adult.
I miss walking through the grocery store and target and all the other stores, too.
I miss so many things.

My circle group through church met on Zoom tonight and we talked about what we've lost, what we've kept, and what we've gained. 

I've gained trust in my kids' abilities.
I've gained confidence in my own abilities.
I've gained deeper relationships with my kids.

It's still hard, though.

Sometimes, in the evenings, I am still creating....but not a lot. Mostly just working on increasing the number of made-by-rae Isla dresses I have in my closet.  Because maybe I need one for every day of the week? (So far I'm up to four, one of which was from the fall, and debating whether the fabric I had designated for shirts for me and the girls would be better used as another Isla dress...)

Also, I made masks for the four of us in the house....but we mostly don't go anywhere, except for walks/bike rides in our neighborhood, so have no real reason to wear them.



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