You’ll notice there is no “I” in COVID. This is purely wishful thinking. Eight of the twelve of us got it this week, and two of them are waiting for test results right now. The spectacle of twelve people trying to carefully isolate from each other in a 1500-square foot home was downright three stoogic. (I know some families just bowed to their fate when one member got sick, but we had our reasons to try to contain it.) Anyway, nobody seems to be getting dangerously sick, and some of the kids barely feel sick at all.
The sad part is, this was supposed to be spring vacation. Which was good, because nobody was missing school and we could all sleep in and not get too far behind. But also bad, because the most exciting thing we managed to do all week was watch The Aristocats.
But someone who shall remain nameless got us a cake:
And that has made all the difference. And Damien and I spent five days quarantined in a small bedroom together and we still like each other.
I was the sickest on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, and started to slowly recover on Sunday. At this point, I’m mainly just tired tired tired, and have a lingering cough, and this itchy rash won’t leave me alone, but all the other symptoms have cleared up. As you can imagine, we ate very simply this week, and I’m recording it mainly for posterity. I’m sorry about all the complaining.
Italian sandwiches, chips
Dora went to the store for us and Damien made sandwiches, but then he got symptoms and joined me in quarantine.
I attempted to read to the kids remotely, but it quickly devolved into kitty cat and alien filters, which is exhausting even when you don’t have a virus trying to take over all your cells.
Hot dogs, fries
On Sunday I put together a big Instacart order, took a big nap, and then sat in the yard with the little girls for a while, attempting to get birds to eat birdseed out of our hands,
and then took another nap. One of the kids made hot dogs and fries and brought us plates.
Roast beef sandwiches, pizza rolls
Through a series of increasingly unreasonable circumstances, Damien ended up masking up and cooking some steaks outside, and we had steak sandwiches with a side of pizza rolls. I ate outside partially for safety, partially so I wouldn’t murder anyone, which I guess is also a safety issue.
Chicken burgers, hot pretzels, salad
I was released from quarantine and was able to do some extremely slow, cautious, shuffling errands out of the house, and then came home and took a nap.
Benny made dinner Tuesday. Very proud of herself.
Benny and Corrie packed a lunch and I masked up and took them on a short, chilly picnic by a pond,
where we were promptly swarmed with springtails,
and then it hailed. Did I mention this is their spring vacation? I did buy them some Silly Putty, so.
A kind soul PayPal’d us some cash and we ordered pizza for dinner.
French toast casserole