fuck it all

Jackson’s school district decided to approve in-person learning for K-8 beginning late October, but are still keeping a virtual option. They told parents about this a few weeks ago. I didn’t think anything of it, because we were originally told that virtual students could decide what to do for the second semester sometime mid-December. That was perfect, because it would allow us to see what happened with Covid during the winter.

Well today I get an email saying that they have changed their minds; we will now be locked in for the entire school year, and we only have 24 hours to change our selection. Given Jackson’s less than stellar performance with virtual learning, we have decided to send him back to school. So as of 10/22, he will be going back. I am super conflicted about it, and seriously displeased with the way this was handled. I get that this is an administrative nightmare for the school district, but I was relying upon what they said, and now everything is turned upside down. I feel absolutely blindsided.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

We had a teacher conference this afternoon, which cemented for me that sending him back is the right choice for him academically. He is not thriving. I have this nagging voice in the back of my head, however, telling me that I may have just fucked the health of the entire family. It’s like I told his dad though: there is no good choice here.

Fuck Covid.
Fuck Trump.
Fuck anti-maskers.
Fuck cancer.
And fuck 2020.

The monotony is killing me/us

I’m so bored and over this fucking quarantine bullshit that I just cleaned a toilet for fun.


There is a DMB concert on right now, and I don’t even care. I’m tired of everything.

D and I have decided we’re both going into our offices tomorrow and spending the day away from home. Then we will meet up on the evening and go get dinner.

I need a break from this house. It’s starting to feel like a prison.