From the moment I woke up this morning it was "Friday". Do you ever have days like that where you think it's a certain day and no matter how many times you remind yourself what day it actually is, you still forget?
While this wasn't a bad day, I would say it was a bit chaotic. This afternoon I was faced with a dilemma. Keep preschool open, or shut down? Covid cases are on the rise, and we've got families who are personally affected. I consulted a couple of friends for advice and then the preschool committee. I'm pretty bull-headed when it comes to shut downs. I fought to keep us open in March. I fought for us to reopen this Fall. Today my gut instinct was going against my normal thoughts. My instincts are usually pretty right, and when everyone else kind of said what I was thinking, it was decided we will shut down until after Thanksgiving.
I'm pretty bummed out, but I'll still go in and work on some things here and there. My classroom will not stand still like it did in March. It was so sad walking into a classroom with St. Patrick's Day artwork hanging on the wall in June. I have faith we'll be good to go again after a couple of weeks off though. We were already off the week of Thanksgiving anyway. We had our last day of school last spring on Friday the 13th, and today I sent out a message saying that we were closed effective Friday the 13th. I feel like I should go buy toilet paper or something.
While all this was going on, and I was trying to get a bill taken care of on the phone, the boys run in to tell me that Daniel's shoe is on the garage roof. Please note that Daniel kicked his shoe up into a tree at the start of the first quarantine, so I swear this better not be an omen. This time it, "wasn't his fault". He was just kicking ball and it flew off up there. I was really hoping my Ring camera caught it, but it did not. It also managed to not catch me yelling at him that I wasn't buying him another pair of shoes and that he could just wear his shoes that didn't fit, because you know, I'm such a loving mom sometimes.
I texted my neighbor to see if she had a ladder. She only had a step ladder and it wasn't tall enough. My neighbor across the street came through...and Daniel even carried the ladder and held it for me as I climbed up and then used a broom to knock it further down until I could get the handle in the shoe and pull it the rest of the way. Oh...and I was in my pajamas the whole time.
Tonight I discovered James eats skin and finger/toenails, so there's that. Being a mom is a very interesting job.
Then my 90 year old grandma called me. Oh, how I love that woman. 90 and she isn't scared of Covid. It was fun talking to her and listening to her take on all of this craziness. I told her about the shoe on the roof and she laughed and said, "Your dad got mad at the neighbor boy once and threw his shoe up on the roof!" Guess shoes on the roof runs in the family.
Now here I sit. Tomorrow is Friday...again. Except I won't be going to work so it'll probably feel like Saturday and I'll really be thrown for a loop. At least I'm not quarantined. I've got shopping to do and then decorating! It's time to deck these halls!
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