The new normal

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