We've been in this house together, the three of us, basically for 15 days as of today. That's two weeks and a day.
Two weeks and a day of changed routines, and forced togetherness at all times.
I know a lot of us are trying to look on the bright side and all, but that's not what I'm doing today.
Today I'm going to vent.
Guys. It's been 15 days since i've had complete silence during the day.
It's been 14 days since I had my coffee alone ( I got it in yesterday because Pookah magically slept until 930).
15 days since I was able to work in complete peace with no interruptions
15 days since I wasn't cooking 3 meals a day plus snacks ( ok, CDub is grilling sometimes but FOR THR MAJORITY OF THE TIME IT'S ME)
15 days since I canceled all my travel.
15 days since I wasn't paranoid about going to the grocery store and basically bathing when I got home.
15 days since my days revolve around cleaning the kitchen what feels like 10 times a day
15 days since I wonder if every cough every sniffle is Corona.
15 days since the most exciting thing about my day has become : what is everyone watching on netflix.
15 days since I was able to just GO. ( side note, does anyone else feel really confined by that? Not that you want to go anywhere, just the idea that you can't is really confining)
15 days since the world went crazy
This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.