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Life in the time of Corona, part 8

 Well.  Not a lot has been accomplished.  We are sort-of on a schedule. We are sort-of getting used to it. We are sort-of doing better about eating real food.  We are sort-of getting the house cleaned up.  We are sort-of trying to get back into a happier place....but it is slow going and still feels extremely monotonous.  


I took the kids shoe shopping this morning, at a local boutique.  They now have closed-toe shoes for the fall/winter season.  It feels like a success.  A very, teeny, tiny, itsy little success. 




The girls are no longer enrolled in virtual school.  We'll be a homeschool family this year -- so along with my making my own clothes and cooking from scratch (sometimes)....I'm feeling very stereotypical.  


In good news, Miss Middle is starting to speak some Spanish with me.  Some of her schoolwork is in Spanish, so that is helping.  Peanut has always known more Spanish that Miss Middle; we did a much better job of speaking it consistently when Peanut was small, and then when Miss Middle was a toddler the Spanish sort of disappeared from our family vocabulary when Sweet Hubby was away for a series of summer trips. We're still working to get it back, but it is so hard to break the bad habit of speaking English in our house. 


"The Baby" loves the new schedule -- he gets one-on-one time with his grandparents every school morning, and his grandad keeps taking him on adventures to different parks around town.  This morning, they even went to the car wash!  For a nearly three year old, it is very exciting, indeed. 


I'm wondering how much longer the all-virtual schedule my husband is enjoying will last.  A neighboring district is changing from a "hybrid" schedule -- 2 days face to face, 3 days virtual for all students to 4 days face to face in about a week.  So far, sweet hubby's district is all virtual....but their next phase is scheduled to be the hybrid model.  As a related arts teacher, he will be expected to go into all of the different classrooms over the course of a week.  I'm not happy about that level of potential coronavirus exposure; he's not happy about it.  Depending on how soon that move happens, he may be resigning.   Won't that be a fun transition to navigate? (Ha! It would be just one more difficult thing in this entirely difficult year.)


I wish this was more upbeat....but....Coronanxiety, Covidepression....whatever you'd like to call it....

No making has happened....but I've recently updated my "to do" project list, and I've got my eyes on a long sleeve tee for me, and I've set the goal of cutting it out by the end of this week.  I'm hopeful that getting started will get me moving again, and that I'll be able to keep some forward momentum. 

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