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Andrea Linett, anxiety, Coronavirus, COVID-19, family, Google Classroom, jobs, judgment, Kim France, Lucky magazine, motivation, parenting, remote learning, schedules, social distancing, stress
Lately I am having trouble keeping track of time. My “schedule” has reverted to something from a past life. I sleep until 10am on an average day, and I don’t go to sleep until around 2 or 3:00am. Sleep does not come easily, regardless of the hour. When I lay down my throat feels tight. Stress, maybe? (I will assume WebMD will not be my friend here.) My dreams–when I remember them–are a mess.
Remote learning started for my kids this week. Navigating Google Classroom has been challenging, and I am once again grateful that my 16-year-old son is self-sufficient, because getting my 8-year-old through her work is difficult. My husband and I share that responsibility at the moment, because he is on “Spring Break” this week. Next week when teaching resumes he will have less time available. I will manage, obviously, but I am not looking forward to it. My daughter is bright, but easily distracted. She’s also pokey. So an assignment that would theoretically take 30 minutes always takes much longer. It’s torture, for both of us. I assume it will get better… need it to, really. Because as close as the end of the school year is, it’s not close enough.
I have two Zoom meetings on my schedule today, and I managed to confuse the time for both of them. Neither is work-related; one is my daughter’s Girl Scout meeting (hello again, Brave New World), and the other is something fun for me… a Zoom with the Kim France and Andrea Linett, formerly of Lucky magazine (along with probably several hundred interested fans). I looked at the email with the timing and log-in info this morning, so I knew when it was scheduled for. For reasons unknown I rewrote that time in my head, and tried to log in an hour early. On the other hand, the Girl Scout meeting is at 4pm, and I kept thinking it was at 5pm, even though it’s in my calendar (which I failed to look at). I can’t fully explain any of this, except to say that in the current situation, time has little meaning much of the time, so on the rare occasion that I actually need to keep track of it, I screw it up. The days are pretty much an endless blur. On the one hand, I am getting more sleep than I have gotten in years. On the other, it’s not always restful. I get more anxious the minute my head touches the pillow.
Like most people, I’m finding everything surreal. Without the structure I’m used to (school drop-off, work, school pick-up, after-school activities), I feel untethered. Like, who am I if there’s nowhere I’m expected to be and relatively little I’m supposed to do? I had good intentions. I initially tried to create a schedule for us to follow while we were social distancing, but it was a massive failure. The reality is this: We wake up, eventually. We eat together. I do a little bit of work remotely. We help my daughter with her school work. I spend too much time online. I read, usually nothing of substance. We eat lunch and watch a show. More schoolwork. More internet. Sometimes we play family games. We do laundry, and so many dishes. We all eat dinner, eventually. Still more dishes. To illustrate, last night we ate dinner at 10:30pm. I know, it’s ridiculous. This was more extreme than usual, but it makes my point. Without the framework of normal life, we are all untethered.
Clearly I still haven’t found my “new normal.” We’re getting things done, in our off-kilter way, but I can’t find any way to confidently apply the word “normal” to what’s been happening, and placing “new” in front of it doesn’t spin things. I believe we will find our rhythm, I do. But it hasn’t happened yet.
I’m sure there are those of you reading who feel I should be stricter, be enforcing some kind of schedule. But I can’t make myself do it. Judge away, but I can’t pull it off. This loose, untethered thing is where I’m at right now. It’s my reality. It will evolve, I’m sure, but I am not there yet. My family is not there yet.
Since there is little in the way of outside world to intervene, we are doing our thing. I have lovely friends who have been sharing their family schedules, and I look at them, I do. I admire them. Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I feel guilty. But I’ve figured out that I will not be following in their footsteps, however wise they may be. We will keep floating along, for now at least. It’s a strange new world, and we are all doing the best we can to get by.