Desperate Times, Desperate Measures
What's that saying? "When the going gets tough, the tough get going". Only now it's "when the going gets tough, we all stay inside". I'd rather get going. Inactivity breeds a sort of helpless ennui that can drive me crazy. I like to be proactive. If there's a problem I would rather work toward finding a solution, then just curl up in a corner and cry!
So in this current situation, I've focused on what I can do, such as check our supplies, manage the kids, transition my dance classes to online classes, contact my friends and family, create silly animal videos that might cheer someone up, and plant some vegetables just so I can linger a little longer than my neighbor in the event we all run out of food. Just kidding.. my one lousy potato plant wouldn't feed us one meal, but it was enjoyable to plant it.
A couple of weeks ago, I attempted to do my own nails. Now I realize that for some of you, nails would be a very low priority, but you don't have my nails. Mine are terrible, and always have been. They grow out with large ridges and are generally weak. Top that off with a tendency toward dry skin and cuticle biting, and it's a recipe for disaster. For me, doing my nails really is a step toward staying healthy, as it keeps me from picking and biting them. I think my nails turned out okay, all things considered. I'd give them a four out of ten, but that's better than the negative number I started with.
Earlier today, my hubby took the kids out early to go"hunting". They were all very excited. I think just getting out and doing something different is huge though. We'll see what they come back with, if anything. It's not really the season for anything in particular right now. It's weird to have the whole condo to myself. I admit to taking advantage of the quiet by doing basically nothing... lounging in bed and watching cute animal videos.
I don't know about you, but this stay at home business is starting to take a toll. Coffee with my husband every morning is a prime example. We generally have coffee every morning together, talk about what we have planned for the day or whatever my husband read about earlier that morning...he's the early morning person in the family. (That is a topic all on it's own, but suffice to say it's taken about three months to retrain him to be quiet when he wakes up). In any case, since I really have nothing planned each day from now to the foreseeable future, there isn't much to say. I can tell him how, similar to finding shapes in clouds, certain spots in our wall texture resemble animals, but it really isn't riveting, although the one of Max is pretty cute.
I'm tired of Covid news. I'm tired of all the regurgitation of the same things over and over. Sorting through the fake news and hysteria is exhausting. My adrenals were shot before this, so my tolerance is really low. I'm very close to deleting Facebook altogether because it is so irritating right now. I generally look up the daily updates, and beyond that, I prefer to focus on the positive stories starting to surface. Thankfully there are some wonderful stories that are emerging. I know we'll get through this. I'm just hoping it's sooner rather than later.