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Life in the time of Corona, part 4

My mother in law went to heaven on May 6.

Sweet hubby *might* make it home on May 23, just in time to start two weeks of self-isolation while the kids and I vacate the house.

#MeMadeMay has spurred my making back into action, though it still ebbs and flows. Just today I finally sewed the buttons on the Beatrix top mentioned in my last post.  That floral knit did, indeed, become the skirt of a dress.  The sleeveless Jade top earned me an instagram shout-out by Rae Hoekstra, herself.  I wore a new Cleo skirt today.  And I sewed up a muslin for Rose shorts, and then I made a pattern alteration and sewed up a new muslin. 



And I also stress-ordered some more fabric, and I printed the Gemma pattern, and in my brain it makes total sense for me to be making so many things, but in reality it probably is a misplaced coping mechanism.  Certainly it would be better for me to be doing things like mopping the kitchen floor or cleaning the toilets during naptime, but often I go into my work-room and close the door and do a little bit of puttering and a little bit of prep-work and then a little bit of going down the internet black hole and sometimes closing my eyes and often wishing that the quiet could last just a little bit longer when the natives awake and get restless again.

I'm glad that sweet hubby is finally planning to return.  I'm nervous about how much more work it will be for me to help him re-integrate himself into family life after nearly three months away.  I'm nervous about all the outbursts and tantrums and testing that the kids will do when he finally arrives.  I'm nervous about perceived judgment for all of the "systems" I've been putting into place and "rules" that have grown through my time with just the kids in the house.  I'm nervous about the adjustments that will need to be made to food-procurement to feed another grown-up, with a new-to-me set of food restrictions.  I'm looking forward to having him back, but also feeling very emotional about it, too, in ways I wasn't expecting.

Oh, Corona, you have brought SO MUCH that was unexpected into our lives. Could you please just go away now?

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