Wow, friends. It’s May!
I don’t know about you, but I am MORE than happy to bid adieu to April. What a month it was! While some states are starting to open up this month, we are all still very much in the thick of it, but one day we WILL look back on this time and share our stories.
For some, it was just a few weeks hunkered down with our favorite people. For others, it was a month fraught with fear and anxiety.
Some have grieved the loss of a loved one, the loss of income, the loss of milestone events or travel experiences they were looking forward to. Others just see it as a mild inconvenience — a disease being suffered by those from afar.
Some appreciated the time to slow down and re-evaluate priorities, while others found it a time of extreme loneliness and isolation.
For most of us, it’s been a bit of a mix.
Our family has had it pretty good, all things considered, but we’ve definitely mourned the loss of experiences we were looking forward to.
My younger daughter is missing the end of her middle school career with the awards and promotion ceremonies, dances, and band concerts and events. Not to mention the Quebec trip with her French class.
My son has missed out on a portion of his college experience, while we pay for an apartment that lays vacant. He was about to start a job he was excited about, which is now on hold indefinitely, and we’re still waiting to hear if his last year of summer camp will be canceled.
Then there was a Sixers game (Paul’s birthday present), a Phillies game (D’s Christmas present), a family vacation on Easter weekend, and our 25th anniversary trip to Paris… #allcanceled
I think my older daughter is the only one who has escaped this thing relatively unscathed. She was already used to schooling at home, and she’s quite the introvert by nature. She’s one of those who says she’s been practicing her whole life for this.
And of course, there’s Ozzy to distract us all.
As for me, I’m actually shocked by how fast the last six weeks have passed. I just try not to think about all the things we’re missing out on, or what living in a coronavirus world will look like as things open up, but every time I scroll my Facebook feed, I’m struck by how good we’ve had it while sheltering in place.
Paul and I are both able to work from home, and both of our jobs are relatively secure, plus they keep us from being bored. Our kids are old enough to be self-sufficient with their schoolwork, but young enough to be home with us.
Plus we have reliable internet, enough space to spread out, plenty of yard, and a walkable neighborhood. I realize not everyone can say the same, and I don’t take my situation for granted.
I mean, we even managed to finish our kitchen reno just before everything shut down! Talk about good timing.
And while the weather has certainly left something to be desired, at least this didn’t happen in the dead of winter.
Of course, our biggest blessing so far is that no one we’re especially close to has been touched by the virus… yet. I know people who had it and are recovering, I know people who work in healthcare and have seen the horrors firsthand, and I know people who have lost parents or grandparents to it. But none of that has affected me personally, for which I am thankful. I hope that continues to be the case, but only time will tell.
The big question is, what’s next? What does the “new normal” look like?
As some states start opening up, I can’t help but wonder how this will all play out. While I’m anxious to see some progress, I’m kind of glad we’re not going first.
We did what we set out to do — we flattened the curve and slowed the spread of the virus so our hospitals didn’t get terribly overwhelmed, but that doesn’t mean we have escaped this virus unscathed. Antibody testing isn’t reliable or widely available, and there is no proven treatment or a vaccine, not that I care to be a guinea pig for a new vaccine that was rushed to market.
So yeah, we are still very much in the thick of it, and of course everyone has different opinions as to how we should proceed. I’m not here to debate that, but I think it’s important to record these moments for posterity. It will certainly be interesting to look back on this historical event and discuss it with the clarity of hindsight.
In other news, we’ve had some beautiful weather this weekend, and I am so happy about it! We’ve finally been able open our windows and spend time outside on the deck, enjoying the view and the warmth of the sun.
This is what I envisioned 6 weeks ago when we went on lockdown. I remember thinking, Eh. It won’t be so bad! We’re having an early spring, the weather is going to be nice, we have plenty space to spread out… Haha! Famous last words.
Not to suggest this isn’t a lovely spot to shelter in place no matter what the weather, but spring/summer is my favorite time of year in this house because of our backyard. That’s what made me fall in love with it — almost exactly two years ago.
It was mid-April when we went to the Open House and saw this house for the first time, and early May when we finalized our offer and decided to make it our home.
Anyway, suffice it to say, my mood is on a major upswing right now, despite the fact that we will be sheltering in place for quite a while longer here in my neck of the woods.
In Ozzy news…
Reality is setting in with a new puppy in the house — especially with my youngest. She’s the one who convinced us to get another dog, and she has taken on most of the responsibility, but she confessed a few days ago that she didn’t realize it was going to be this hard.
She’s done a great job with him, and she adores him, but he definitely monopolizes most of her free time.
I’m not surprised by how much work he is, but it’s definitely been an adjustment, and last night was a rough one. For some reason, he couldn’t seem to settle in his crate. Usually he goes in easily and sleeps well. A few nights, he’s even slept through the night!
But last night, he could not calm down. He was awake a lot yesterday and played hard, and I thought that meant he would sleep well, but it was just the opposite. When R put him in his crate in my room, he kept barking, and when we tried to settle him, he got more agitated and aggressive.
We took him outside one more time, tried the crate again, but it was a no-go, so we took him back downstairs for a while. I returned to bed, and later on D tried to bring him up and settle him in his crate, but he was having none of it.
I think there was too much stimulation with all of the kids down there late at night. He usually stays down here with them after I go up to bed, and then they bring him up to my room or R’s room after his last potty opportunity, around 10 or 11PM.
But he’s no longer the puppy we brought home two weeks ago that falls asleep on a dime and sleeps through anything. He’s far more alert now, and I’ve noticed he’s a lot more likely to be affected by what’s going on around him. I’m wondering if he needs more time to quiet down and unwind before bringing him up to his crate.
We finally brought the crate back down to the kitchen, attached it to his pen where he could play with toys, and my older daughter stayed with him until he fell asleep sometime after 2AM. (That’s when I went back upstairs.)
He’s still asleep now at 9 AM. I’ve gone in and made coffee twice, and he hasn’t budged. He hasn’t even been up to potty! (Yes, I checked, and he’s breathing!) This is very unusual, as he’s usually up at 5 or 6 AM, so he must have really worn himself out.
Whoever said this is like having a baby was only half right. At least with a baby, I can nurse in bed and put on a diaper!
I don’t know if it was just one bad night or the beginning of a new era, but I’m really hoping it was just a fluke. He’s been so good about going to sleep in his crate in one of our bedrooms, and I was really hoping that was going to stick.
Otherwise, he’s so much fun — into everything, but fun! He’s also getting big.
Alison came over earlier this week to get some pictures for us. (Outside, with proper social distancing, of course.) She took the picture of us on the front porch, and a few of Ozzy too. I just love this one.
He loves to be outside, digging in the yard, and he will eat anything, so we have to keep a close eye on him. He learned to get through the back fence yesterday, so we ordered him one of those puppy bumpers like Savannah has.
He’s growing my leaps and bounds too; he’s already as tall as she is. They’re still not overly fond of each other, but they are getting adjusted.
I guess we’re all getting adjusted in our own ways.
So one more change of subject…
I saw my doctor for my hip labral tear this week. This was the appointment we rescheduled when PA but the kibosh on non-essential medical visits a few weeks ago.
He referred me to PT (I had no idea they were even operating right now) and I start on Thursday. I’m excited to finally make some progress on my hip, but also to have a reason to go somewhere.
I know that sounds crazy, when so many are afraid to go out anywhere, but they explained their protocol and how they’ve altered the practice to accommodate all the new restrictions, and I feel like any risk involved is worth the potential benefit. I can’t keep going like this with my hip, and PT is a heck of a lot safer than surgery… which would be the next step.
So that’s the latest!
It’s kind of chilly and dreary here right now, but it’s supposed to burn off and be another pretty day. I plan to enjoy it while it lasts because it’s threatening to get cold again.
I hope you all enjoy the rest of your weekend!