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Pandemic Chronicles vol. 1

Today is my 19th day of “social distancing” and my conclusion is, this is rough.

But of course, it’s a small price to pay for my health and the health of everyone else.

But it is rough.

Last week, I made it to about Wednesday before I hit the total wall slide emotionally. Work is draining me. There seem to be expectations that we all genuinely will be as or more productive teleworking…in the middle of an effing pandemic that hasn’t hit its peak yet and we actually don’t know when it will.

Yeah, I’m totally planning on crunching out data reports, launching some studies and being the all around boss chick!

No, I’m not.

I get up, walk and get dressed every morning. I go through my ever growing things to do list. I try to cram in video chats with my parents, my sisters, maybe a friend or two during the course of the day.

I’ve already lost track of how many Zoom calls I’ve been on because no one just wants to call anymore. By the way, I officially hate video chatting for work. It’s useful, but these last 19 days it has been so overutilized that I can barely stand getting on another one. It’s like the text message that should be an email? Zoom is the video conference that really should’ve been a phone call.

Every work day, I’m figuring out what one task is the most essential thing I have to do that day and what other two, maybe three things are light enough to for me to handle on the same day. The fact that I can only accomplish two things a day fills me with guilt and, frankly a heap of self-disappointment. I’m usually a high performer. My personal standard is extraordinarily high. I and my sisters take enormous pride in the fact that our 100% is a lot of people’s 150%.

And now, I really just am frozen in place. Every day is a struggle to remain functional. I have even not exercised like I normally do this week.

It’s bad y’all.

The reality is that I’m anxious as hell.

I’m preoccupied with people who know people who are sick. I’m afraid about getting sick or Hope getting sick. I’m afraid if I get sick then can Hope really take care of me? I’m worried about how long this will last. I’m worried about how I’m going to deal with not being triggered by Hope’s utter refusal to do what I ask her to do when I ask her to do it (It happens so often I’m just…UGH!). I’m freaked that if my parents get sick the most recent video chat might be our last.

I miss normalcy.

I’m not used to being this kind of worrywart. I don’t like it. So then I feel guilty about it. I’m just a mess really.

I don’t mind working at home. Honestly that’s not the thing—it’s why I’m working from home that is so upsetting.

I only watch the news for about 30 minutes a day. I avoid a lot of internet chatter about COVID-19, even though that’s what everyone is posting about. I have switched up my Instagram to follow dogs, lots of dog accounts. I don’t want to hear a lot of toxic positivity. I don’t want to hear about the Super Christians who just believe that they are immune because Jesus. I don’t want to hear that I should do more yoga, eat better and get some exercise. I don’t want to hear that the new found flexibility of full-time telework should allow me to really maximize effort. I don’t want to hear from exes. I don’t want to think about the two who are already on the other side of the veil.

I actually would prefer not to have to think for a few days.

And this is me after a week off from work. Yeah, that happened barely two weeks ago.

I did renew my online yoga membership. I am ordering yarn from Amazon to start a new, as yet identified project. I’m watching Tiger King on Netflix (Weird!). I’m dancing to DJs spinning on Instagram. I’m playing Boggle with Hope—taking no mercy, but seeing her step her game up to try to best me.  I’m talking to Yappy, who looks at me lovingly. He also has given me a window into the secret life he leads when we’re out of the house. That life includes drinking from the toilet. WTH?

I’m grateful that my therapist has transitioned to an online practice. I have an appointment this week. Thank goodness.

I can’t even imagine trying to do homeschooling and such. One of my sisters is a kindergarten teacher. She’s got 4 kids and is now teaching kindergarten online.

Kindergarten.

Really?

Really.

Like it is just maddening. She’s not really able to homeschool her own littles because it is utter chaos.

My other sister works in IT and is working to ensure that our internet doesn’t go down. She’s on the outside of the bubble. I worry about her a lot.

Ok, I’m starting to ramble, and I’m sure you get the point.

I’m not exactly ok.

I will be, but right now I’m not. I see a mental health day coming soon. Definitely.

How are you all holding up?


An Extrovert in a Pandemic

I am an extrovert. I’m not quite as extroverted as I used to be. In the years preceding Hope’s arrival, I’d had to pull back on my social life because I was working on my doctorate. I still managed to get out and I had managed to balance my work travel with my studies. The travel satiated my serious need for connection with people. It kept things interesting.

And then Hope came along and everything changed. I reduced my travel significantly the first year of motherhood. A few months after Hope’s arrival I tried to bring her out to brunches and dinners with friends who wanted to meet her. It didn’t go well. Hope’s ability to handle those interactions was minimal at best. We endured some embarrassing moments. It took me a long time to really understand that Hope is an introvert, or at least she presents as one.

I eventually had to start recharging alone. I wanted time to be with people, but parenting can be exhausting. I was ok, nay, I was great with more alone time when I could get it.

The last two years, Hope has been away at school, first a boarding school and up until recently college. The distance has allowed us to truly be ourselves. I could be social in the ways that brought me joy and so could Hope.

And then social distancing happened, and Hope and I were (are) back living together full time. We will be together at least until late summer since her college is transitioning to online courses for the rest of the summer due to the pandemic.

We are really different now. I’m ok with more alone time these days, but there’s a limit to that. I desperately need interaction. I get anxious when I don’t have enough human interaction. It can be hard.

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Hope is much more social these days, but with everyone from school far flung and hunkered down at home, Hope has retreated to her introverted origins.

While I genuinely want her to get fresh air and exercise, my insistence about a daily walk is as much about her wellbeing as it is about my need for human interaction. She humors me. She knows I need it even if she doesn’t want anything to do with exercise. She graciously gives me that hour and I devour it, loving the connection and the energy I get from it. I might be physically tired when I get back but my emotional state is like a high. I’m energized.

Hope can’t wait to get back to her room and close the door. I might only see her once or twice more the rest of the day.

I corralled my family—a mix of 3 introverts and 2 extroverts—into a video chat over the weekend. It was delightful. My mother, the other extrovert, and I were delighted! My dad was in frame for a while and then he wandered off to wash the dishes and listen with no interaction.

I resumed working today. Most of my meetings are on video, and while I get my kicks out of the interaction, I’m exhausted by the end of the day. I went for a 20 minute walk in the rain midday. I did my best, and yet I still snarled at Hope this evening.

In my defense the trash I told her to take out 3 days ago was still sitting in a bag in her room. And the fried rice I made that I thought would last a couple of days was devoured in the middle of the night leaving about one serving left. I’m tired and grumpy and I need people.

People other than Hope. My goodness I miss my boss and coworkers.

I miss people.

This is a challenging time for everyone, but it’s also a rough time for us extroverts who are hunkered down with limited opportunities to get our energy through connection with other people.

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Be kind to the extroverts in your life right now. We are probably annoying as hell and a bit spazzy. We’re not ok. We miss you and everyone else. We are starving for external connection. We have irritated our families, and now we’re out of people to buzz around. So yeah, help us out. Humor us.

Thanks.


Working on Post-Pandemic Bodies

If you follow me on FB, you know that I’ve been dragging Hope on a daily walk since this past weekend. I needed to get out of the house and Hope, who generally loathes exercise, is physically the laziest person I’ve ever encountered. I’m just not wired that way, so I must make her move some during the day.

We’ve been walking between 2 and 3 miles a day. Today we are counting as a rest day since we drove down to Hope’s college to retrieve some of her things. I’m anticipating that she will not be returning other than to pack up the rest of her dorm room.

Yesterday we walked halfway across the nearby bridge which would take us to Maryland. We did make it to the middle of the bridge, which is technically DC.

Hope griped just a little so I DJ’d our walk with my Spotify playlist. We were jamming and the few other walkers and bikers noted how much fun we were having!

Enjoy a few of our highlights!

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Yeah, we’re total hams. It’s keeping us sane and progressing towards post-pandemic/summer bodies! Shout out to all the parents who are struggling during the closures with kids 24/7. I know you love them and that you love the family time. I also know that all that together time can be…challenging! Pro-tip: DJ some of your activities. I promise it will be more fun and more productive!


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