No More Friendship Circles, COVID For A 5 Year Old
Standing in the kitchen, fussing with something, tidying up the counter perhaps. I can’t remember exactly what I was doing in the moment. Probably because my brain glossed over the unimportant task I was handling when I was hit with a proverbial 2x4.
We were waiting for my husband to return home in the time of Covid: he was picking up our curbside grocery order. I knew we’d have to disinfect and then unpack the haul. It was 8:30pm on a weeknight and I was tired after a day of working and facilitating two children’s e-learning schedules. I flitted around, finding something to fill my moments before he got back, because if I plopped down on the couch, there was no way my tired ass was going to get back up to unpack anything. I hated unloading groceries before this and now? I loathe it and everything it means and stands for.
Our five-year-old was sitting at the kitchen table, happily going through his ABC Mouse learning path, an e-story being read aloud to him. Oh thank goodness for e-books. At least he isn’t watching more shitty Ryan’s World shows on YouTube kids! Do NOT get me started on that kid. It was a story about shapes, circles seemed to be the focus. All in all, a very 2020 scene for a very average 2020 quarantine-life family.
Then that damn app said something that stabbed my…
