I ate cookies for breakfast and for lunch. Take that, diet muffins! The morning and afternoon dissolved into a series of virtual meetings or attempts at meetings, since Zoom wasn’t cooperating for my department meeting, and coffee and Playdough, and half-eaten pears squished into the floor and Peppa Pig stickers and (our constant companion) Toy Story. Toy Story is taking up so much space in this Coronavirus narrative that they should be paying me for the free advertising. To influencer marketing…and beyond!
As you can see from the above photo, working from home is going swell.
Dot’s nose was running, which is not a sign of Coronavirus, and which probably was a result of her crying about how mommy was sleeping and not playing. (Mommy was not sleeping. Mommy was sitting on the bed trying to have a virtual meeting). Still, I kept her inside, which is probably a bad move. She needs to run.
Luckily, she doesn’t have a fever. I know because I’ve been turning taking her temperature into a game. We take her dolly’s temperature, and Buzz Lightyear’s temperature, and then her temperature. Unfortunately, our reliable thermometer seems to be out of batteries, and we don’t have that type of battery. We have 3 other thermometers: a gun-style one that apparently takes a temperature at a distance, but basically spits out numbers at random, an ear thermometer that Dot hates, and then a tiny one I got in a newborn care package when Dot was born. But, I did a test and the ear thermometer and tiny thermometer gave a similar reading, so I guess I’m going to have to trust them. (This post is brought to you by the letter A for Anxiety!)
I have chronic pain, and one of my favourite coping techniques is to set a timer and think, “Well, I got through this pain for 5 minutes. Probably, I can do another 5. I got through 10 minutes, probably I can do another 10.” I am trying to do this with days. I got through today. Probably I can tomorrow. I’ve gotten through 2 weeks. Probably I can get through another 2 weeks.
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