I know I have struggled with the changes. My kids' schools were shut down. I had to home school them. I was working virtually from home already. Combining the two, along with regular daily life and household chores, was challenging. And that is an understatement.
Now summer is here. And we are still home. My husband is working from home (thank you God, he still has his job!) full time and indefinitely. The kids are out of school and desire the fun things we do every summer. But nothing is normal about this summer.
We can't swim at our usual pool. We can't visit our usual museum. We don't want to be around crowds of people this summer. We use masks to go to the store. We worry about attending church. We mostly stay at home.
In essence, coronavirus has forced a type of minimal living upon all of us. Some of us are handling it with ease. Some of us are really struggling. Some of us are lonely. Stressed. Anxious. Depressed. Everyone wants this to end. Yet there is no end in sight. I certainly don't have any answers. Just more questions.
Here in this house, we are doing our best. Some days it feels like we can't do it anymore. The staying in. The constant 24/7 with each other. The no alone time. The no outside activities.
I am worn. I am tired. I am weary. I wish for a magic wand to make it all go away. I wish for our sense of normalcy to return. I pray for safety and protection for all.
In the meantime, we do the everyday things. We bake things together. We eat meals together. We play video games and watch movies together. We read books. We paint. We adopt a new kitten. We learn new things. We dream. And we hope and pray of the day that we no longer fear this thing. This virus that has changed us all forever.
