Day 6: Weekly Recap
Woke up to 60s, thunder, and lightening. It’s never felt like more of a Fri-Yay, and I’m calling our first week of COVID a success because 1) No one else is awake to call it otherwise 2) It was!
Some thoughts:
I like being home with the boys, and I would not have been able to say this before now.We need to clean the house. And that’s a “we,” my children. Your bathroom is on you. Maybe you’ll start aiming for the toilet.Schedules are good and schedules can change. I made two. This is not like me. Matt’s super impressed. I’m giving myself a gold star. I need to re-learn long division. This is unsettling (not that I completely blocked it, but that I have to re-learn it).I’m losing my reading competition with Jesse. I think it’s because I pitted my 11-year-old self against his 11-year-old self. I would have smoked him at 11. At 39, I’m 100 pages to his 500. I’m pretty low maintenance in the appearance realm, but I’ve downshifted even further into a daily uniform of running tights, a fleece over a hoodie, a knit cap, and glasses. No make-up, obviously. I’m calling it COVID chic.People circumvented the COVID blockade to deliver much-needed supplies – toilet paper, yeast, homemade cookies, workbooks for the kiddos, and wine and coffee for Matt and me. Angels, the lot of you!I’m about to place my next ClickList order and wondering how many variations of dessert ingredients I need to order for Tommy’s birthday on Sunday. Maybe all will be available! Maybe he’ll have 3 cakes, 2 kinds of brownie, and 1 massive ice cream sundae to assuage that our party is just us and a FaceTime with the grandparents.I don’t mind cooking every day when I’m home every day to do it throughout the day. I feel community in the isolation. My neighbor and I had a nice shout across the yard yesterday. I learned things. He roasts his own coffee. He’s going to bring us some!Spring makes for muddy hikes, adding a brown veneer to our minivan daily. It’s fine. I’m not going to wash it until the summer drought. We’re in a Matthew 6:25-34 world right now. There’s every opportunity to freak out. I’m choosing not to take them. I do this by flipping the question of “How long?” to “How can I help, right now?”
This week, helping looked like using my freedom to sequester our family and flatten the curve. It looked like setting a structure for our days. It looked like observing and writing. It looked like gratitude.
Friyay #1 and I have a lot to be thankful for. How about you? If you’re not feeling it, I get it. I’d like to help! I found a cache of stamps in my desk drawer, and I’d like to send you a note. It doesn’t matter if I don’t know you. I talk to strangers all the time. Just contact me with your name, address, and concern. I’ll pray for you and write to you. Take me up on this!
