What. A. Week.

So this is what a pandemic feels like. Surreal. Unsettling. Confusing. Bananas. Bonkers. Since I'm a teacher, I'm furiously creating online learning opportunities for my students. Since I'm a mother, I'm bracing myself for a LOT of togetherness with my teens, including the college girl who is home for the next little while. I've been ruminating on this crazy week. The time changed. There was a full moon. A Friday the 13th. It was hot. It was cold. It rained. It was windy. Right now, snow is falling so hard out my window I can hardly see. Last week, Coronavirus fears were labeled a "media hoax." Now, we're in a national emergency. I've been woken in the night with fractured lyrics rushing through my head for parody songs. Some samples include:

My Corona (sung to "My Sharona")
"You make my breathing hum, breathing hum/Don't you dare touch your eyes - Corona"
"There's no soap at home, soap at home/It's a sin to high five - Corona"

Covid 19 (sung to "Come On, Eileen")
"Covid 19/A virus so mean/At this moment/You are quarantined"

The really fabulous moms have posted detailed calendars that make me break out in hives. One of them started with a 5am wake-up for "meditation and movement," going on to include craft time, kitchen skills training, family physical fitness, and cooking dinner together. All I want to do is get through the next few weeks without losing my ever-loving mind. I need space. I need alone time. I need quiet. This will not happen. I did create my own schedule, which I'll share below - and is, frankly, ambitious. What we all need to do is have a sense of humor, grace with one another, and the humility to realize that not one of us on social media really has any clue what's going to happen next, what's conflated, what's understated. Feel free to set the bar low. I'm okay with that, and you should be too. 

​