I am REALLY trying to stay off the struggle bus, but it's so hard when people feed you negative news. I'm doing what I can to stay positive, including starting a Facebook page dedicated to encouragement and making a positive impact. Blocking the news has been the best choice I've made. The only things I follow still are the local newspaper and news radio page, and that's enough. I try to keep scrolling when I see something I know will set me off. I get sucked into the comments occasionally, but I don't let myself comment. I've also decided not to share anything Covid related on my personal Facebook page. Even if it's humorous. I'll just share with personal friends outside of my news feed.
I will however, allow myself to talk about it on here from time to time. I realize I post my blog on Facebook, but people have the option to read it or pass on by.What's pulling me down right now is the feeling that we're living the exact same thing over and over again. 2 Friday the 13th's shut the darn world down, sent people into a frenzy, and now schools are out until who even knows when. I don't want to do this again. I want to be in my classroom with my kids. I don't like being told this is my new normal. No it's really not. Yes, I have to accept life as it is right now, but it sure as heck isn't normal. I wonder what people were like during the Spanish Flu? Where they as stressed out 100 years ago? It does go to show that eventually things will return to normal though.
Even though all of this is trying to drag me down, there are still good things happening.
I big shout out to my preschool families. I don't know that they'll see this, but I have truly been blessed with amazing families last year and this year. I just feel lucky to have all of them in my life. They have been nothing but supportive and kind. I miss their kids like crazy. Each one of them brings a spark of joy to my life.
Tonight, the boys and I made turkey crafts to take to the care center. It really touched my heart taking our preschool kids on Halloween to do a parade past the residents windows. To see their faces light up when they saw the kids standing outside their windows, waving and yelling, "Happy Halloween!" was so precious.
It also added more perspective. These are people. People need human contact, and they're confined to their rooms or at least to just the center itself. Their loved ones can't come in. They can talk through the windows. Just last week, I was handed a card from one of the residents. In shaky cursive writing it said, "Thank you for the Halloween parade." and was signed by one of the residents. It brought tears to my eyes. Now they're going to be alone on Thanksgiving. While we only had enough crafts for 12, I pray that whomever receives them will feel a glimmer of hope and happiness. How I wish I could go in and hug them all. I know this sounds terrible, but I'm thankful that my grandma passed away almost 2 years ago now. I can't imagine what it would have been like for her in her assisted living, but I'm glad she doesn't have to go through it. I just hope these residents know they are being thought of.
Tomorrow will be hectic. Noodle deliveries, school work, 2 Google class meets between both boys, and a stop at Daniel's school to pick some things up. I made it without falling asleep today, but something tells me I might pass out tomorrow!
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