Weekends always seem so short, even when all of the days blend together.
In a turn from our past few weeks of social distancing, today is the first day that the wife didn’t have to “work.” She’s been furloughed by her employer, along with many other people in her group. She actually volunteered for it, as we’ve got the means to continue with just the one income, and some of the others she works with don’t have that luxury.
The subtle plan was that this now means she can help the school kid keep on task, and keep the pre-school kid from being on his own (with us in the house) all day. It worked out a little bit like that.
It wasn’t a great day for me to help ease in, though. My work week is shortened by two all-day events later, so a lot of things have been shoved around. I had about a 90 minute break for lunch, which was filled with about an hour of catching up on messages missed by me spending the rest of my time in video meetings. Not complaining, by any stretch, just busy. I did cut out of face-time a little early, although still more than eight hours from start to finish.
During their day, the wife and kids took the dogs for a long walk to the park, and let them chase balls in the tennis court. I grimaced only a little, as the parks are supposed to be closed. We ate lunch outside, because it was a beautiful, barely cloudy, 70°F day. Then, after the little napped during one of my meetings, they went for a bit of a bike ride around the nearby blocks.
Before dinner, I took a shrub rake to our hosta garden, digging out the leaves from the fall. There’s almost no mulch there now. We probably need to get a couple yards delivered, since we can’t dash to the store to fetch some.
After dinner, the adults sat on the porch a bit while the kids played in and near the yard. During the play, one of the little little’s cars bounced beneath the bushes in front of the porch. Afraid of the prickly branches, they made me dig it out. The branches aren’t all that prickly, but now my arms are a bit itchy. I’m sure it’s allergy related. It might be nice if I found out I’m allergic to those bushes, because they’re a pain to trim, and it’s overdue.
Or maybe it was bagging the detritus from the hosta garden. Somethings got me a bit itching.
Kids are now resisting sleeping, although in their room. Parents are thinking drinks...