(Drafted in October - why didn't I post it? No clue. I must've had more pressing things pop up. I've tried to update the lingo so the October references make sense. The living room stuff is from yesterday).
PHOTOS OF MY FORMAL LIVING ROOM:
|Oh, as I pan the room . . . Mini's e-learning space also in this room.|
|Oh, and boxes and bins on the left from when we cleaned Mini's room - still undecided what we're doing with these. Welcome to our home.|
|Oh, and as I was leaving the room - on the edge of the piano near sweet photos IS AN EMPTY JUICEBOX. WHY.ON.EARTH? Just so you know I'm not making it up.|
GROUP CHAT FROM HELL:
I don’t even know if I have enough space to describe to you with enough foul language how much I detest group texts, or similar group messages. Dear Lord, I clearly have less of a command of the internet than most of the population, but
I KNOW HOW TO RESOND TO SOMETHING WITHOUT INVOLVING EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THE GROUP TEXT, OR GROUP EMAIL.
Is it me? Am I some kind of anarchist? A grumpy old woman? Wait, don’t answer that.
Example: Curly’s dancing teacher moved classes back to zoom for a few weeks back in late October. No dancer had tested positive. A few dancers have family members who were exposed. I think it is a bit of a stretch, but I embrace the zoom component whole-heartily and am THRILLED not to haul ass up there for a few weeks. Also the teacher’s daughter who lives with her happened to be in labor when the message was sent moving class to zoom so I suspect the teacher might be happy to just teach from the comfort of her home for the next few weeks.
Again, I’m fine with it. Curly’s disappointed because she was still waiting to see if the stars would align, so that the Midwest championships would take place over Thanksgiving in Indianapolis. It wasn't great timing to not be dancing in the studio, but that’s the reality.
Mary, the dancing teacher, sent out the ‘switching to zoom’ message on Facebook messenger. Every parent felt the need to respond. Why? WHY?
“Thanks for keeping us safe!”
“We appreciate you, Mary!”
“Thanks for the update!”
With every message my phone pinged and my blood boiled. People SHUT UP. Can’t we all just assume that everyone appreciates the teacher and that we all hope we stay safe? Am I the only one that does stuff in my waking hours and doesn’t want to get constant USELESS messages?
I had to laugh, because in addition to this string of messages Mary sent a text message. Covering all bases, I suppose. A class this Sunday was initially cancelled, but then Mary shared in the text that it would be done via zoom.
Every school has one ANNOYING mom. Our’s is Lulu. Lulu texted Mary the teacher back to correct her.
Lulu: NO THAT SUNDAY CLASS HAS BEEN CANCELLED.
Mary: No, it’s going to be done on zoom.
That was the only message I enjoyed in the 25 messages. Sit down, Lulu - you bossy, psycho lady. I told Mini later that I am THIS close to sending a message like this:
OUT OF RESPECT FOR THOSE OF US WHO ARE BUSY ON THE REGULAR, I KINDLY REQUEST THAT YOU FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE MARY YOUR INDIVIDUAL THOUGHTS, YOU KNOW . . . INDIVIDUALLY, AND REFRAIN FROM SENDING UNNECESSARY MESSAGES TO THE ENTIRE GROUP.
ABSENCE OF NICE NEIGHBORS:
The nice thing about remote learners is that I could go for a walk when the weather was cooperating and the babies/tots were napping. I'm trying not to become overly attached to this practice because eventually I'll not have built in helpers.
I walked in October when it was 75 and sunny out. So wonderful for October in Chicago to get this little nugget. I walked past a house in a different neighborhood as I was at my farthest point. A few women, who I know, happened to be out getting mail, taking out a dog, etc. They called out to one another, crossed the street, and stood talking to one another while socially distant. It was SO pleasant, and unfortunately for our little corner of the world - so unheard of.
Coach called me while I was walking to say he was taking the rest of the day off (a few hours early), since he had to work late that Friday anyway. He asked where I was, and I told him I was halfway through my walk. Just after I passed the chatting neighbors, I heard someone call my name. I turned around and there was Coach.
Apparently he'd called to see where I was on my 4.5 mile walk. Then he had Mini drop him off - seeing as we still had 3 other offspring home with the nappers.
I'd JUST decided to shake my fear that he was coming home early because he had some upsetting or disturbing or crushing news about Lad (who at the time I wrote this was no longer communicating with us. We were moving though our days concerned about him). Deciding that I would've heard emotion in his voice if something had happened, I literally brushed it off and kept on walking.
He and I finished the rest of my walk together, which was nice.
He said the 3 neighbor women looked confused when he came hustling along to meet me. Since they know us, they thought he just couldn’t keep up with me. As if I'd walk so fast to leave him in my dust intentionally. He and I laughed and I told him how quaint it looked to have people stand outside on a beautiful day and chat. He laughed, totally agreeing that this would NEVER happen in our weird-ass neighborhood.