It’s A Weird Time To Be Alive

Not just because my son bled all over a sink and I flushed a sock down the toilet this week (update: TOTALLY DIDN’T CLOG!)

Things are getting serious. All the K-12 schools in Kansas have closed for the year. My department started working from home yesterday– I think I managed to be more productive from my bed than I’ve been from the office lately.

When I took my last office box to the car Wednesday, I had this unshakable feeling things will never be the same.

More and more of the world is shutting down. Many businesses in the Wichita area are doing it voluntarily to protect employees, customers, and most of all- those who are high risk.

We’re living history right now. It’s hard to wrap my brain around the fact there’s a pandemic unfolding when mail is still being delivered. Banks are open. And you can grab all the happy hour drinks from Sonic that your heart desires.

Not to mention Amazon keeps taking orders and is looking to hire a hell of a lot more employees.

With the world slowing down a little more each day, it makes you look at the big picture. How frail, and truly reliant, we are on each other.

But it reminds me that so much of what I we waste my our time worrying about is bullshit. That the things we need aren’t really the things we need.

I felt like such an asshole the other day for complaining about my job. A year ago I was on month four of unemployment- my mental health crumbling more and more each day as I struggled with the unknown.

Now I’m hearing about people getting laid off daily. I’m lucky to even have a job with this pandemic rising.

Frankly, I’m privileged to work for a company that cares for their employees. To have a management team who fought and found a way for us to work from home- with the hope we avoid the corona.

Because in this case, sharing isn’t caring.

So many people right now don’t have the luxury to stay at home. They’re on the front line day after day for hours at a time.

I think about them a lot. The retail workers. My nephew who just started working at a grocery store. Healthcare workers that are friends, family, and all the others busting their asses non-stop to care for patients. Those working in the food industry. Our postal workers. Gas station cashiers.

This is why social distancing/self isolation is a good thing. To help keep all of those people that don’t have a choice safe.

I’ve tried to explain this to my teenager, but I don’t think the point is getting across. Yes, we will probably be okay if we catch it; however, not everyone else will be.

Though I obviously have concerns, I’m doing my best to try to stay out of the doom and gloom. I mean, I was kind of raised for something like this– I grew up in the country, so isolation and I are pretty good friends. Also, my mother did not fuck around when we were sick.

You stayed in your bedroom and were only allowed to come out to use the bathroom. When you did venture downstairs, you were to touch as little as possible. She would hand you whatever you needed (i.e. food, a drink, etc.)…then promptly disinfected anything you DID touch. And probably things she thought you might have touched, just to be on the safe side.

And she did it with a vengeance.

…give her a can of Lysol and she suddenly turns into Bruce Willis.

She still asks us, her grown adult children, if we’ve washed our hands and used germ-x when we visit. Some habits just die hard.


(Oh, Amber! LOL)

So yeah, this whole stay the fuck away from people isn’t a new thing to my siblings and I. It’s just that right now the government is the one telling us to wash our hands, disinfect, and stay in our rooms instead of our mother.

But the government isn’t going to surprise us with homemade “first day working from home” snacks, are they?

NO, THEY AREN’T! ONLY MY MOM DOES, WHICH IS WHY SHE’S THE BEST…even though she probably shouldn’t have come by- because, you know, there’s sort of a pandemic happening everywhere.

Maybe age is making her a little more ballsy. Or she doesn’t have a whole lot of fucks to currently give.

…this post has definitely gone rogue. But I like it. I know my brother will. At least the part about Bruce Willis. I’m sure I’ll get a text from my mother, although she may not find this as amusing as I do.

Thankfully she’s full of unconditional love as I am snacks right now. I can always remind her, just in case, that I wasn’t the kid who tore her contacts and broke her favorite lamp.

And I gave her another grandson, which is probably the best card I can play.

More posts to come!

Published by amberalice

I’m not sure how to summarize myself properly (I struggle with simply being human). But let’s give it a try! Spiritual witchy hippie who dreams of three day weekends and human rights for all. Lunch lady to the neighborhood birbs (white breasted nut hatches are the best!). Adore my jumping spiders. Oh, there are also 50 or so plants we share our home with. And some rogue lady bugs. It’s always interesting to see where they show up. Like on toilet paper. This is where I add a heavy dash of queer, neurodivergency, and vegetarianism. Am big on hugs- I give them most generously.

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