It’s funny because everyone has a story about 9/11. It was such a pivotal moment in American history it’s burned into our consciousness. We vividly remember where we were, what we were doing, how we felt.

So when future generations ask “Where were you during the quarantine?” it’s going to be extremely disappointing for most of us to say “at home.”

At home. For weeks. It’s so anti-climactic.

I’m so excited for Friday–I’m making art! My dear friend who is an artist and is currently in an art therapy program, gently chastised me by pointing out that creativity is different than art and by golly, I can do it! I can’t wait to show everyone the finished product.

You can never have too many therapists in your life.

The battle for screen time for our crack-addicted son is actually going well. Lots of positive reinforcement and catching him playing a screen and constantly saying “no screen time.” I mean, it’s not working as well as I had hoped but we’re making progress.

Poppy is doing quite well on distance learning. I think. Honestly I haven’t paid too much attention to it. Oh and she just told Cal, regarding some math assignments, “Mommy will try to help, but there’s no guarantee she’s going to succeed.”

That girl cuts to the bone, I swear.