**This post originally appeared on my personal Facebook page, but I’m sharing all my daily roundups here to document our quarantine journey.**
Hey, hey, hey! Saturday! Greetings from the laziest and least productive isolated people a Saturday has ever seen.
Henning and I stayed up until 3:00 am last night. Why? Yes. How? Also, yes. Cheesy snacks were involved and lots of binge watching. Decisions were made.
The kids were up at 6:45am. I mean, Henning and I knew we were being dumb staying up. I set the kids up with snacks and water this morning and put on Frozen 2 and resumed my slumber, but on the couch. Margaret actually woke up at 6:30 am because she snapped a pic of Henning and I sleeping, so there’s a timestamp. I woke up to Niels 15 minutes later dancing his fingers across my face.
Our mental health day included sitting on the couch until 1:30 pm, eating bacon, and sobbing while watching Storks.
Niels told us: “Can you go upstairs? I want to sneak one of those shiny chocolates (Ferraro Roche) and I don’t want you to see me.” My sweet summer child. Never change.
Margaret’s baby Evelyn played croquet with us. Oh yeah, we played croquet and bocce ball…while listening to opera and then 1960s beach music. I don’t even know. Henning has taken to belting out opera while looking out our windows, like he’s on an Italian balcony. Nobody responds.
The plot of Baby Academy has become so intricate that we should record episodes and pitch them to networks to fill the space while we’re protecting Betty White.
Henning and I ate dinner while the kids played upstairs. Date night!
I think Niels is fully feral now. He just kind of does what he wants and makes demands. He screams when demands aren’t met.
I think Henning and I are going to rewatch Stranger Things when the kids go to bed. Big plans. I mean, this is just normal stuff, but I’m not casually talking to people, so no one will know. But now you do.
Niels and I took a shower and I legit forgot I sent him to his room to get dress. I came upon him 30 minutes later just huddled under his towel, still stark naked.
Oooh, also? I went 7 days without washing my hair, which is…not so different than normal, but 7 days is a personal best.
I read some terrifying news articles today. Contemplated buying a bullhorn to yell at neighbors still gathering in groups and having play dates.
Healthcare workers: thank you and be well. We’re going to search through our garage to see if we have any unopened N95 masks. Grocery store and retail workers: thank you endlessly.
Love and virtual hugs. Be well. Goodnight.