I have some feelings… Wife/Mom

Wife/Mom

So as I’ve said, the numbers aren’t surprising to me. And because I understand that most people do well with this illness, I’m not overly concerned about my family catching the illness. I’m concerned about me catching the illness, not doing well due to my asthma, or because I’ve been called to work in the hospital and overly exposed to the virus, and leaving them. I’m concerned that I’ll expose them and then they’ll expose more vulnerable extended family…so I’ve been pretty strict about in-laws and no visitation—which is hard.

This is the first Easter in his entire life, that my 7 year-old won’t see his 8 year-old cousin. It’s become something of a tradition…now there are 4 of them…well 5, counting my sister-cousin and her son who would really be offended if he weren’t counted. His grandmother here wants to come hide eggs, and he doesn’t understand why he can’t at least give her a hug—I still go into work everyday, and there’s no way they can socially isolate from me, so they don’t need to expose their 70 year old grandmother—just in case. Do you know how I would feel?! But that’s also hard, telling my loving, touch as love language, 7 year-old he can’t touch.

And we haven’t even talked about the fact that there are no cleaning ladies, babysitters, date nights…guys. I’m tired. My husband is tired. These people talking about all this extra time they have…God bless them. Can they use all that extra energy to keep my kids for me when this is all over? My husband and I need a vacation to sleep. And then to have some fun. And then to sleep again. Yes? Thank you!

Gratitude? I’m so thankful that my babies are being able to slow down. They normally have to wake up at 6:30 and are gone until 7pm most nights. It’s quite the schedule. I’m so grateful for this slower pace for them, to be…kids. There’s a lot more screen time…I’m trying to be okay with it. It’s beautiful, actually.