The new normal does not feel normal to me. I am trying hard not to fall into despair, but it is so. very. hard. I think its that way for a lot of people, not just me. And I plan on staying strong for my family's sake - as much mentally as physically. But honestly, this year feels like a tire fire on Garbage Island. And when will it end? Who knows. We may get a two month reprieve before the zombie apocalypse begins all over again. And I MISS my peeps so much.
Our new schedule: I get up and make coffee. Hubby sits in the front room and has the Google Lady tell him all the bad news to start his day while I check my email. I do chores, meal prep, fix lunches for us both. Then he sits at his desk and starts work while I get ready to go to mine. Eight hours later (if I am not sent home early or have my shift cancelled), I come home, remove my shoes at the door, bleach wipe my keys and the doorknobs, shower, heat up my dinner, and try to decompress. On the way home I likely called my mother or my daughter. There is virtually no traffic either way. I am in bed by 10 p.m. Weekends we head to Highlands, putsey around and do small projects, make up a firepit, eat some take-out, sleep in on Sunday where we putsey all day, then drive home, make dinner, go to bed and get ready for Monday. It could be worse I guess.
*knocks on wood*
But I am so over this new normal already.
Gina
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