Today is Day 31 for me. A full month of days spent in my home, going nowhere but the grocery store and walks around the block. Most of the time I'm okay with it. But there are moments...
On Easter Sunday - I woke up feeling blue, knowing that we wouldn't be having the traditional family Easter dinner. I fantasized about one of those parking lot picnics I've been seeing - everybody next to their individual vehicles with 6 or more feet of space between, sitting on the ground chatting. I was sorely tempted, but convinced myself that I would be doing precisely what I had been secretly judging other people for...
I set about my weekly meal planning and grocery shopping. It takes so long now to put away groceries with the wiping down of every item with a Clorox wipe, then wiping the counter, the refrigerator door, the door knobs, and anything else I had touched between the grocery store and the interior of my home. Chores done, I sat down to work on One Little Word and some weekly goal setting when the doorbell rang. Confused, I went to the door.
It was Becca! She and Kyle had stopped by for some socially distanced chatting. So we set up on the back deck (nobody entered the house). Finally got enough chairs set up (they were still under winter cover) when Sarah came walking back! So yes, two of my three children surprised me with an Easter visit.
We maintained social distancing and there were no hugs exchanged. No Easter meal. The kids brought their own drinks and snacks. They only stayed about an hour. I fully acknowledge this was a bit of a "cheat" from the stay-at-home rules. But man, it did my heart so much good!
