Today is March 27, and I think this is day 13 of semi-isolation. I keep track by remembering that my kids were at school on Friday, March 13. No one in my family is sick (thank goodness), but we are taking no chances.
For the first few days, I allowed my older son to play with his best friend at the park – shooting hoops, but they each had their own ball. The rationale was that those two spend so much time together that they already share germs. Then his mom and I talked about it and realized that as hard as it would be for both boys, we had to stop, since both of our husbands work downtown and (before they were both sent to work from home) could have come into contact with someone who was asymptomatic. This means that other than my two trips to the grocery store, I haven't interacted with another human (in person) in 10 days. Well, there is my husband and my kids, of course. I am sure that we are going to become sick of each other very soon.
Like almost everyone else, I am spending my days trying to keep myself busy so that I don't give into the fear and dread of the unknown. Not knowing if someone I love will get sick, not knowing how long we'll be living like this.
I am also trying to remind myself of the positive. Both my husband and I are still working, so we know that we won't have to worry about paying our bills. Unlike some of my friends and family who have lost their income source.
I am grateful for the health of my family, for having friends and family who are helping to keep me entertained and sane via phone calls and Zoom chats.
I am grateful for my kids who continue to be happy, despite not being able to be with their friends.
I am grateful for my husband, for a million different reasons every single day.
I am grateful that I live in a country that is trying it's best to take care of it's citizens.