Day 4892
in Giggles on March 22, 2020
I realize my last post was a little spicy. My apologies. I was a bit crankier than usual. The domino effect of the collapse of the world’s economy and social system, caught me off guard and quite honestly ruined an extensive and expensive set of plans that I had laid in place.
And, as we all know, life is all about me.
Not.
But, in that moment, that was all I could see….I’m human, sue me.
It has been a few days, and slowly but surely, I am coming out of my funk, and watching the dumpster fire that is the world with avid interest, and at this point can only imagine that if there is life other than ours somewhere in the universe, they are all gathered around their TV’s with mixed drinks, popcorn, and Bachelor-esque viewing parties thinking, “Holy Hell! This 2020 season of Earth just got REAL!”
I live in Houston. This “shelter-in-place” is not really a new idea. I mean, for those of you who are even remotely familiar with a tiny portion of the Southeastern United States, y’all know Houston is located near a large body of water…salty water…ocean water…prone to hurricanes.
We have been through this ”hunker down” before. The good news with all this Corona crap, is WE HAVE POWER…and NO FLOODING.
Ohhh…somebody say AMEN!!
It’s March 23rd, and I’m telling y’all, it’s about to get H O T down here. So, being quarantined inside our homes WITH A/C and TV and REFRIGERATORS full of food…isn’t quite so bad.
I will say, however, that having the children here…inside…all day…and my husband…all day…with no one allowed to leave the house…E V E R…is the real challenge.
I have one kid home from college.
Two home from high school.
One husband in the oil industry—or what USED to be the oil industry…that’s a party all by itself.
I see on social media, everyone is talking about these “new homeschool teachers” for their kids…do these people just show up? Is there a number I’m supposed to call? How exactly does that work?
I know for FACT, the State of Texas doesn’t expect ME to teach these kids.
Someone send help…oh wait, you can’t. We’re social distancing.
Maybe there’s a form I can fill out to get them transferred to another class…like their Father’s. He’s smart. And oil’s tanking pretty hard…it’s not like he has a lot to do.
Day 4892…we’re either gonna survive this like the movie Blast From the Past…OR y’all gonna catch me on next season’s premiere episode of SNAPPED.
Good Luck, Everyone!