It was in the news. In the air of my little Canadian francophone bubble.
Daycare closed. For 14 days.
Heck, everything seemed to be closing for 14 days, starting today.
My grand-mother always said to never start something on a Friday. For when you do, it takes forever, if ever you get around to finish said something.
Let’s hope for the best, dear grand-maman…
Of the two of us working from home, I’m the one with the very slow day job.
While strong winds are driving the heavy rain clouds away, leaving my quiet small town shiny under the warm Spring sun, I’m processing the news.
I was doing some research about ghost mythology and, suddenly, I’m looking at homeschooling schedules, Montessori activities, heck, any activities really, to keep kiddo busy and keep this writer on a quest on the weekly writing goal track.
Today, for example, I was able to write less than 200 words, despite having carved out 3 hours for writing.
I’m so close to finishing writing that book. So. Close! I cannot take a 14 days a break from writing. I can’t. BUT.
But, like everybody else, I’ll have to dance with the corona virus music (have you seen, in Italy, people singing from their balcony at night? a welcome heartwarming sight).
Of course, it’s gonna be tough. Because, stay-at-home-moms are very, very busy people.
It is, in itself, a very full-time occupation.
We use to not think twice about it, because it was in the order of things: mom’s did the mom things, dads did the dads things.
I choose to be a mom. I knew what I was getting into.
I also tour several daycares before my beloved kiddo was even born. I wanted to keep working. I needed to. Still do.
In plain words: I do NOT possess the incredible energy, patience, resilience it takes to be a happy, content full-time stay-at-home-mom.
With a well-plan schedule and the help of Spring time, we’ll be okay.
To quote many vlog seen on AuthorTube: « it’s fine, I’m fine, it’s fine ».
Writer friends, once again today, stay safe and keep writing.
Until next time!