Super hero Friday was off to a strong start. We have a Captain America waffle maker, which has been in the basement for a while, so it was good to break it out.


We played outside- the weather is warm and sunny and it is so nice to go out without having to bundle up.
We came inside and painted- Augustus a wooden treasure box and Xander a ceramic planter.

Then we played a fun superhero game that Xander got for Christmas. You pick 3 cards- that tell you what to do for instance, spin around with Thor’s hammer behind your back or jump up and down with Captain America’s shield between your elbows. The boys had a lot of fun with it.


After lunch, my mom came over and she and the boys played nonstop for 4 hours. They filled the pool, drove the jeep, rode bikes, played in the sandbox.




I jumped on the quarantine bandwagon and made some bread from scratch. It turned out great!

And now we have 2 tired boys, ready for bed.

Today was a good day, but I was struggling personally. Over the past 5 weeks of quarantining, most days have been good. It’s been exhausting and there have been some tougher days, and definitely some moments I wanted to pull my hair out. But overall, I’ve been enjoying our time at home. When Xander was born, for a little while, I thought maybe I would want to quit my job and be a stay at home mom. And this time has been pretty much as I’d envisioned (minus the global pandemic part)- frolicking through the back yard, doing crafts, making pinterest-y snacks and being part of every waking moment of my children’s lives. For the most part, I’m really enjoying this time together.
But I miss going to my office. I miss my job and the community I serve. I miss our routine. And I’m stressed out about the summer- I don’t like any of the options. I want to run camp. This is my 21st summer of camp- I can’t imagine not going. But I don’t want anything to do with any situation that would put kids at risk. I don’t want to go to the woods and be responsible for staff and kids who could get very sick. When the quarantine started, I thought maybe camp was far enough out that life could go back to normal in time to run summer programming as planned. But as we get further and further away from that possibility, I alternate between hope that we can run a shortened season, and despair that we will not be at camp this summer. And the unknown is so hard to handle.
Up until today, I’ve been pretty zen-like. I’ve had a”wait and see”, stay chill and plan an activity in the meantime attitude. But today I felt like my head was going to explode. I just couldn’t find my balance and my energy was just out of sorts.
So today was hard. And I know that’s normal- there will be good days and bad days. So I’m being patient with myself. And luckily both Nate and my mom were here to take over, so I could pace, and struggle through the day.
And tomorrow is a new day.