I don’t even know where to start. How about, I can’t believe this is happening. That’s a good place to start.
As the world heads toward a universal quarantine, so many things have been swimming in my brain. Though, not one of those things told me to run out and stock up on toilet paper. Catastrophes always seem to bring out the best, the worst and sometimes the stupidest in people.
What I honestly keep coming back to is one screwed up thought: I can’t believe I brought kids into this world. It’s one thing for me to have to deal with this, but damn it. This ain’t no 1979 oil crisis where we’re waiting in line for some overpriced gas. (While, by the way, I was walking around the Wood Paneled Station Wagon – sans car seat or seatbelt!) (Those were the days!)
I don’t buy into mass panic or doomsday theories. I also failed Chemistry, so you could argue with me about why I should be more worried. And you wouldn’t be wrong. But that’s not how I live my life.
This is how I live my life.
I’m keeping things as normal as possible for the girls. It’s not in my nature to be panicky or alarmist so they don’t realize much at this point. The Glover Park Moms are planning out how we’re going to home school – deciding what tasks we can divide and conquer. Some of the moms work in an ER and they can’t just call in sick to work to home-school their kids. We’re putting the long-held title of our Mom-text-chat to the test, “Sister Wives of Glover Park.” We routinely grab groceries for each other, now we’re just stepping it up a notch.
In all my pre-child thoughts about what raising kids would be like, never in a million years did I think I would be home-schooling them. But then, my grandparents probably didn’t expect to come to this country and have to navigate the Great Depression without speaking English. Nor did they expect they would bring kids into the world to be greeted by World War II. They got through it and yes, we will too.
It will be insanely fascinating to see how I fare as an educator now. Right now my expectations are minimal. I am hoping at worst, the kids don’t mop the floor with me. At best, they advance to the next grade after this is over.