Hello again. Like all good soap operas you can pick up exactly where you left off and basically nothing has changed….
Yeah, when I thought I’d dust off the blog for weekly posts this year I did not expect my week to turn out the way it did…
Twenty Twenty Too started out innocently enough. Following the holiday hustle that included cautious outings and the loss of Mr. B, we went ahead with our NYE gathering with the Shiremans and Hakalas and it was wonderful. It felt normal if only for a handful of hours.
The boys and I went on a New Year Day hike with my friend Debbie and continued our daily viewing of Encanto. It snowed the next day and we played outside.
I was looking forward to returning to routine on Monday. Catching up on a work, making more strides with my Pelaton bike program and doing evening yoga with Danny. Lucas and I even squeezed in a quick work visit to the Redford Library.
Tuesday was going by fine but after school I put on Encanto and noticed Lucas just sat and watched the whole thing. This stood out because if nothing else he always does an elaborate dance routine for Surface Pressure. His cheeks were also a little red.
Lucas is a teenager and not a morning person so the next morning he didn’t want to get up from school – he never wants to get up at 8am – and Danny thought he should stay home for a rest day. We wanted to get him tested just so he could go back to school with proof he didn’t have COVID, just a dad who would let him stay home when sleepy.
Fortunately, U of M Health has a great testing system and even though it takes a 24-48 hours for results, it’s a smooth process.
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday was spent home with the boys and at COB Friday we get the ‘positive’ result from the doctor’s office.
The good news is that everyone (and I’m sure we must all have it) is fine thus far. Adults are vaxxed and boosted, Lucas vaxxed, and Sam has had the ‘worst’ symptoms – a temp of 101 for a few hours and up all night ready to start the day (which isn’t unusual for him, where Lucas loves to sleep in Sam has never, but maybe the insomnia symptom). I hope that’s as bad as it gets and if it is I’m grateful.
Quite frankly if we hadn’t watched Encanto I wouldn’t have even thought Lucas was sick and we’d likely be going through life unaware that we had it. That’s the crazy thing about COVID, I’m living it but really know nothing about it – no more than 2020 I feel. I’m glad we do know so that if there are lasting impact, we at least have the information for health history.
The bad news is I’m now quarantined with the boys until after MLK Day and we were not quarantine prepared. All those delivery services I don’t normally use are especially appreciated now. My darling Sam is a little monkey who wants me at all times and that’s tough for working but we’ll get through it. Again, grateful and fortunate that I can work from home and this is truly just an inconvenience and not a problem but it is inconvenient and not how I imagined the new year would start.
So that’s week 1. Not the returned to blogging I imagined but here we are. I find it hilarious that what I feel is the new motherhood anthem is the tell tale sign for all of this. If you haven’t watched Encanto – it’s great.
WEEK 1 IN PICTURES