Hello from our isolation, we made a rainbow window this week. Which I’m posting not to make you feel like you aren’t quarantining right if you haven’t done an elaborate art project with your kids. But actually just to say—this seems to be about all my brain can manage this week? I’m not writing clever tweets. I’m not actually writing anything. I spent the first three weeks of this frantically trying to finish a huge story and write a column while trading off on the kids with my (also working-from-home) husband. I somehow got it done, but wow, I’m fried. And anxious. And so on.
This was supposed to be our spring break and missing a pool-based vacation is literally the least of anyone’s worries right now, but I think maybe my brain went anyway. I’m feeling grateful that I can take a few days to clean out kitchen cupboards and cut out hearts with my kids, and I think those are actually pretty decent coping strategies. But it’s also unnerving to feel so disconnected from my work (while not actually on vacation). Trying to trust that it will all come back, because it has before.
In the meantime, proud of my kid who painstakingly stuck hearts on a window for the better part of two hours and when we stopped for lunch said, “ok, can we start the green row now?!” At least someone is being productive around here.