Welcome Back to Your Irregularly Scheduled Programming.

Posted on | May 15, 2020 | 3 Comments

It’s been so long since I wrote here, that I heard the virtual spine crack when I opened the page. I don’t have anything profound or life changing to share, it just seems such a shame not to be writing here as we wade through the greatest pandemic of my lifetime. Greatest seems like a misnomer… worst? Most annoying? Hardest? All of the above.

On March 13th… Friday the 13th, if we’re being specific… I kept C home from school because his eyes were puffy and swollen with allergies or a terrible case of pink eye. J and B went about business as usual. By Monday the 15th, everything was closed. No school. No work. No daycare. Our country went into a holding pattern, waiting to see what COVID-19 would do or not do to the economy, the people, the hospitals… everything. For eight weeks, we held our collective breath, cheering on healthcare workers, virtually schooling our children, turning in our work from afar. For eight weeks we rallied like Americans have in the past… making our own masks, baking bread, taking care of our neighbors.

And then… Individualism set in.

We started to get bored. We started to need an end point. We started to feel our American Entitlement to something more… to capitalism. To stores. To the RIGHT to get infected if we so chose. We stopped cheering for our healthcare workers and started protesting our confinement.

“It’s not fair!” We chanted.
“We should have the right to choose!” We stormed the state houses and showed up at sandwich shops with rocket launchers, flaunting our American right to just… I don’t know… be loud? Choose death? Choose… something? Honestly I don’t know what we’re choosing. I saw a meme on Facebook that said it was the most American thing ever to just be bored of COVID-19 and decide it’s over. And yeah, that sort of feels like what we’re doing. We waited eight weeks. We stockpiled toilet paper. Hell, we even baked our own bread.

And then we were done. We reached our limit. We have decided that we gave it our all for 8 weeks and now we are finished with that and ready to move on to whatever comes next…. only no more COVID, please.

I get it… I do. It’s HARD to be home. My office re-opened on May 5th and it was hard to go back to work and put my kids back in daycare. Actually, hard is the understatement of the year… it was horrific. I worry every minute that we’re going to all get sick and die. I told my husband that if anyone in this family is going to get sick and die, it will have to be me because I just can’t deal with it happening to anyone else. J had to finish fourth grade at home. It wasn’t ideal. He had the lead in Willy Wonka and he didn’t get to do it. He practiced “Pure Imagination” until we all knew all the words… and he didn’t get to sing it on stage. But that’s minor, I know. There are small businesses failing. There are people who can’t pay rent or bills. There are people who can’t eat. I can’t worry about J not playing Willy Wonka in his school play.

But we WANT to worry about those things, yeah? Those are easier.

It’s easier for me to be sad about J’s lost production than it is to grasp the full enormity of what is going on around us. Especially because, no matter how much we wish we could fight this off with our precious second amendment, it’s not going anywhere. And the truth is, none of us know what is coming next. We don’t know what our new “normal” is going to be or when it is going to get here. We don’t know if we’ll ever attend a sporting event again. We don’t know if we’ll get to see Hamilton on Broadway.

We just don’t know.

And if there’s one thing I know about America, it’s that we absolutely can’t stand not knowing.

Comments

3 Responses to “Welcome Back to Your Irregularly Scheduled Programming.”

  1. Sharon
    May 16th, 2020 @ 7:39 pm

    Good to see a post from you! I’ve missed reading your posts.

    Our sons (2nd graders) had to finish the school year remotely, too, and I don’t have to tell you that working full-time remotely as a litigation attorney with two 8-year-old boys home 24/7 is no picnic! But as you say: so many others have it much worse, so it doesn’t make sense to complain. We have experienced disappointments, frustration and boredom, but we are overall OK.

  2. Susan Harrell
    May 17th, 2020 @ 8:40 am

    Please video J singing some songs from Willy Wonka, preferably in costume.

  3. Susan Harrell
    May 17th, 2020 @ 8:41 am

    My first time visiting your web site.

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