Virtual homeschooling for our grammar school starts tomorrow; today was an organizational day. Unlike my peers, I did not get organized. If you are not good at organizing under normal circumstances, I’m here to tell you that your organizational skills do not improve under pressure. My mind is scattered. There are legos and leprechaun traps everywhere. Somehow, this feels right.
On the other hand, my 17 year old started her online schoolwork this morning 8 a.m. She finished up by dinner. She told me this is a lot more work than she actually does in school. I’m hoping this is teenage hyperbole, but I have other worries right now. In the meantime, while she was holed up in her room for hours, I got a taste of what life will be like when she’s away at college. Emotional spiral ensued. Turned focus to my youngest.
Did a brief online math exercise with the 7 year old. There were tears. I stand by my belief that you cannot teach your own child to swim or ski — I’m adding math facts to that list.
Spirits lifted by a hippo named Fiona at the Cincinnati Zoo. I’m not kidding. The zoo is offering a daily live stream on Facebook at 3 pm each day. No one — not the 7 year old nor myself — can cry while watching hippos.
The use of technology kept us tethered to the outside world. The young just may save us during social distancing! With my children’s guidance, I used YouTube and FaceTimed. Turns out, we can learn anything on YouTube. With instructional videos, I predict that by summer we will all know how to play the ukulele and deliver baby farm animals.
Also, my double chin and I still hate video conferencing.
Made Irish soda bread. Argued with 7 year old about the recipe, the one I’ve been making for 20 years and eating for 45 years. Quibbled over the appropriate amount of raisins and what it means to “beat” eggs. Home Ec lesson was a failure. Worried this doesn’t bode well for us going forward.
Learned (once again) I am not good under pressure. Based on the simmering stress of crowds in the supermarket, I panicked. We now have a lot of chopped meat and Cheezits in the house. Not much else.
Ran into a friend at the supermarket. Kindness and humor was reinforced. And, I now believe in the vodka fairy.
Waited in a long, snaking line at the supermarket. Spotted boxes of Whitman’s Samplers tucked behind the registers; thought of my grandmother. If she were here, she’d remind me that this isn’t the first time things have felt radically uncertain. Also, self care looks like chocolate.