My ex-husband’s gf might have Covid, so Jackson will be staying here until we know.
I’m really nervous about school starting in the fall, and I’m not sure I’m going to send him back with things as they are. I wish Parkway would announce their plan so that I could make a decision. I’d prefer online with limited in-person instruction. If they don’t offer online learning, I’m seriously considering signing him up for a private online school. I’ve started looking into options.
I wish we had good leadership. This would have been hard regardless, but we’re stuck with an incompetent, narcissistic man child as our president, and cases surging in the US. I don’t know what to do, but I know I’m not sending him back with things as they are now.
Freya has been going to marching band practice every day for the last week, and I hate that too. From what I’ve observed, social distancing is not being taken seriously. I know our kids need a social outlet, but I have a bad feeling about this. If it were my decision, it wouldn’t be happening. Her safety (and ours) is more important than her social life.
Ugh. What a shitty year. Fuck you, 2020.
When your kid is like, “Mom, can you put your bong away before (friend) gets here?”
We decided to eat under the gazebo because it’s hot af and the sun is a bitch.
And then we walked around the pond.
It was too hot for the frogs, but we saw a heron!
Here it is flying away:
Here’s what he looked like (not my pic obvi):
My replacement Instax camera was delivered today. The first one arrived used and broken, but this one works. Yay!! I love this thing.
It came with a photo album, which is fun. I have a little project in mind.
I woke up and got all fancy, because the one thing I wanted today was a nice family photo.
This is the second of my new dresses from Stitch Fix btw.
We unintentionally dressed alike, with the boys in gingham button down shirts, and the girls in white and navy polka dots.
Freya is wearing my dress. ❤️
Freya’s mom came around 10, so then/now it’s just me and the boys. We made breakfast. I made French toast before I realized that the milk was off. Ugh. Luckily, D came to the rescue with a lovely and delicious omelette.
And let’s not forget the mimosas:
And the presents!!
D got me some pajamas from Adore Me, but they aren’t here yet. Jackson gave me this compass necklace with a note that said, “Life is not about the destination, but the journey.”
After breakfast, I decided to change into something more comfy:
And returned to bed to read and nap and cuddle cats:
Yes, I brought the prosecco to bed with me. Lol.
And now I’m off to spend some time with the family. More later.
This is the first time that I’m ever truly about to lose my shit over this entire pandemic situation. I don’t mind staying at home, but it is not a good way to hold court hearings. These people are all too fucking stupid to know how to use the phone. I had a hearing scheduled at 1:30. I called in at 1:20 to be told that they were still on the 10:30 docket. There was a docket scheduled for noon as well – and that didn’t start until around 2:30. It is now almost 1:30 – and my case probably won’t be heard until around 5 (maybe) because I am closer to the end of the 1:30 docket. Meanwhile, people keep interrupting the hearings – taking their phones off mute and complaining or asking stupid questions. Or some people just don’t mute their phones at all, and you can hear them carrying on in the background, which delays the hearings. It’s just such a fucking shit show, and I am about to fucking lose it.
Add into the mix that the kids are here asking for shit, and interrupting us while we try to work. Freya’s teacher needed to talk to her, but Freya’s phone is dead, so I had to walk away from my work to interrupt Dave’s video conference to try to get his phone so Freya could use that instead (since I’m still on this stupid fucking court call). I’m just extremely fucking frustrated, and I need a god damned drink.
Oh and add into it all that I am exhausted from Round 2 of Ibrance (today is the last day of this cycle and the third week on is ROUGH) – and also feeling shitty from getting onto Lexapro. I want to punch someone right now.