I thought for sure having a baby was going to be the biggest thing that would rock our world this year. Ha! Hahahahahahahaha! Oh Jen, you sweet summer child.
Now here we are, two months into “shelter in place” or lock down or quarantine or whatever you want to call it, and I’m finally getting around to writing about it. Kendra Adachi of The Lazy Genius Collective recommended documenting this weird time and…well, I’ve wanted to but haven’t really known where to start.
That seems to be a common theme of coming back to blogging after such a long hiatus. I’m out of practice.
Still, I know I’ll want to remember *gestures wildly at everything* all this. How we went on spring break, and then schools closed, and now the kids won’t go back until next school year. Assuming that even happens. How we haven’t been to church for the last nine Sundays, which is the longest I’ve ever NOT gone to church in my life. How, in the middle of an expletive global pandemic, I gave birth. And it was wild. How I haven’t been with anyone I love in person in ages and maybe I’m developing agoraphobia?
It’s a lot.
When school-at-home started, I knew we’d need to figure out some kind of structure to a) get things done and b) stay sane. Having a newborn complicates that somewhat. Eventually we settled into daily lists: the kids and I all have a list of things to do every weekday. I think I’m going to add “blog” to my own list. The kids are good at reminding everyone to get their lists done, and crossing off every list item is always satisfying, so maybe that’ll keep me accountable. Maybe not every day, but hopefully more days than not.
Because the longer I put off writing about it, the farther removed and the more changed I’ll be. So here I am. Trying to process and record and remember, so that future Jen (and her children and maybe theirs) will know.
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