Gratitude, Honesty and Covid
Lily tested Positive for Covid.
It was inevitable. It threw the last two days into disarray as we tried to figure out how to isolate her in our open-plan home.
Because my husband is immunocompromised, we have tried to be careful with Covid protocol, but honestly, we have become tired and lax. If we are really, honest; we have succumbed to peer pressure.
My husband who has not taken a drink in his entire life to give peer pressure the finger, did not wear a mask at an in-person function the other night. I kept putting mine on and taking it off, like a complete weirdo. I did not want other people feel like I was somehow "better" than them or "more scared" than them. Eric said to me later, 'Yeah, I didn't want to seem like a dick".
What a demonstration of how we make decisions, how we "negotiate" our way through inconvenient situations, how we forget to take care of ourselves. Good grief, as our child enters adolescence, we should remind ourselves at how "well" we just did. She certainly deserves our empathy.
And it hit me. I need to get Lily out of this house. Not just to keep Eric safe, but in recognition that it is too scary for her to feel the underlying and unspoken fear from, and for, her dad, let alone for her own little body.
I tested negative, so ran to the drugstore and to the grocery store. I packed up the most random bunch of stuff. A blender (she will want smoothies), pomegranate seeds (the only fruit she is interested in eating), my ring light, computer and mic for the client calls, podcasts, planning sessions and payroll discussion on deck and lots of Tylenol, tea, and honey. We got on the road in the dark and in the rain with a disheveled, sweaty, Lily riding shotgun, happily playing DJ by streaming TikTok mixes into the car. Who knew that was a thing? Now I know why my data bills have increased.
Anyway, with a positive test and Covid in the house, the virus, and our choices in dealing with it, have become scarily "close to home" and very real again. And we are all vaccinated and boosted. But. Still.
We count our blessings that we have this little place in Connecticut to come to, nothing fancy, but beyond what so many others in the world have the opportunity for, usually a refuge for fun and restoration. This time; isolation and relative safety.
I have not written anything in a long time. Gratitude and honesty seemed like a good place to start. And Covid.
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