It’s wildly tempting to give in to the melancholy of all of this and take a day off from writing. It’s funny though, my Lenten promise was to write every day. I’d done a crappy job of it up till this all started. It feels wrong not to write now when I have more time to think. Beyond that, I always feel better after I write about my day. It helps me to see the light through the darkness.
I’ve been separated from my work team for two weeks. At least when I was home on maternity leave some of them were able to visit and I was home on happier terms. I’m fortunate to work with a very diverse and fun crew of people. I’ve worked with some of them for almost three years and together we’ve helped make our museum the amazing place that it is. As a people person and a manager who loves the people part of what I do most, this has been a struggle. My boss has done an awesome job of thinking of new ways to keep our team involved until we reopen. I’m learning a lot from her and it’s a great experience from that perspective.
The Hubs stayed home later this morning to help me with the kids. I had a conference call for work and needed some quiet time to participate. He’s trying to be supportive through all of this. Maybe he sees me cracking up a little bit. Whatever it is, I appreciate it. I’m enjoying having him home more. Truth be told I’m enjoying the kids being home more too even though during work hours they make me crazy.
Today we spent a lot of time outside. They napped because I drove around the neighborhood while I took another conference call. When I clocked out we snuggled and watched Mulan. Then we cooked dinner together and they completely destroyed their servings. They’re bouncing around the bathtub with fat bellies right now happy as pigs.
I can do this. We can all keep doing this. We just have to keep going for one more day. Every day we just keep going for one more day. Keep your heads up out there and your hands clean. This too shall pass.