We are now 11 months into this pandemic’s direct impact on our daily life. I told my 11-year-old the other day that we are “living history” right now. Some day, entire textbooks and documentaries will be produced about the year 2020 and beyond. I compared it to how World Wars I and II stretched on for years, with no particular end in sight at the time.
As if “living history” is supposed to be some sort of consolation for the havoc this pandemic has wreaked on our lives.
“Pandemic Parenting” has turned me into the kind of parent that I never wanted to be. I have always been responsive and decisive as a parent. I see a problem, I find the solution. I rarely second-guess. I rely on parenting experts, feedback from friends with older children, and my own instincts.
A friend of mine told me recently that she thinks her Elf on the Shelf is going to retire. Her kids are 10 and 8 and aren’t enthralled by the Elf anymore, so Peppermint is going to bring a note explaining that she has enjoyed coming to their house every year, but she is done now. Continue reading →
Yesterday afternoon, the doorbell rang. It was in the middle of “quiet time” in our house, so Autumn was napping and Theo was down in his basement bedroom. Ger and Quentin were out spending some time together at an arcade. I figured that it was an Amazon delivery, but when I looked at the live camera from our Ring, I saw that it was a neighbor kid with his bike. I went down to answer the door. Continue reading →