Day 2+5 of 28
Dear friends and fellow captives,
Or at least hello and morena to the 6 of you who have little to do but read this blog.
Day 2 but groundhog day 1. I wake with a sense of stupor (not from the beersies last night, although that wouldn’t have helped) to the dawning reality that I have to do it all again today but better. And after I have done that, I face the inevitable long, long, long weekend having to entertain teenagers who literally have nothing to do and its all your fault – or at least that’s all you can gather from the intermittent angry grunting. The weekend currently feels like crossing the Sahara on foot. Painful, uncompromising and harmful to one’s existence.
First things first. My aim for today – do more than yesterday’s meagre 3.1 chargeable hours. Unsustainable at that level. Must improve.
Second basic plank in plan. Let go of velvet jeans to the washing for just a day so they don’t fester as much as my children are starting to. (For the record my husband is currently clean and still shaving – won’t last.)
Once nailed, and before the liquor cabinet cocktail competition gets underway by Zoom at 5pm, must think of more than my rapidly expanding navel. My goal and my challenge to all of you is to contact 2 other friends or colleagues and check in on them. If you can, do it by Zoom/Skype/Facetime/Houseparty (yes I’m cool enough to know about that App). Nothing like seeing them and having a somewhat more real conversation whether or not they are properly dressed for the occasion.
Things to be grateful for
I think back to the days of having young children and I’m sorry I know many of you will love your little ones, but I shudder with horror at the thought that I could have been held captive with them. There is only so much that TV, pillow forts and drawings competitions can compensate for. The fact that you have to work in the middle of that chaos is frightening. So, its awful to say for those with littlies, but I feel grateful for my large, incessantly feeding tribe of ungrateful miscreants. Mainly because I am not having to cope with what you are juggling. I am at least not pulling (much) food out of my hair, wiping bottoms or cleaning vomit (and wow my children could vomit with strength and agility reaching all corners of a room and every inch of carpet).
So when I reach my 5pm cocktail cupboard competition tonight, I will think of you and will be sending you strength and fortitude that matches my gin or vodka surprise.
A special kia kaha to all you with littlies (and that does mean children – dogs, cats and small sized life partners don’t count). Being an adequate parent is good enough, especially right now. They still grow, learn, play and seem to love you. My recommendation, and frankly my parenting philosophy, is that setting your parenting standards at mediocre means you always (should) succeed.
In sadder news
The Silky Otter remains without a logo. That means no bottle of vino to be claimed in 4 weeks by any of the 6 of you, and by that time you have decimated your supply and will need it. Don’t let it go wanting….
Kia kaha, my lovelies, and adieu. Stay safe and remember, being okay is good enough.
Silky Otter