Its been a minute since I’ve been able to sit down and reflect on paper. My girls have been growing like crazy. It's wild to think that this whole pandemic has been on our lips for as long as it has. And to think how long it will continue, life certainly has changed because of this.
My first round of masks that the whole family wore were stitched my yours truly. Yep, I whipped out a needle and thread and figured out how to get pieces of fabric to stay together without unraveling. I have genuine pride in this.
The girls are all hopelessly hooked to Minecraft. Yes, you heard that right. I have a three year old that can make "machines" while she plays. Do they play all the time? Of course not. (That's reserved for Dad whenever there's a free moment!) The girls love building and creating. The level of understanding that goes into three dimensional creation is astounding, especially when the six year old is submitting builds as art to her teacher online.
Today marks the third week of homeschooling of the girls. It's a headache navigating all the new material. I'm helping teach a first grader how to read. Meanwhile the third grader is expounding on longitude and latitude. All while directing themselves "independently" through the material.
We're making it. Mentally. Emotionally. It's tough. Being unemployed has definitely changed the lifestyle. But so has being forced home all hours of the day.
Keep the faith dads out there. I may be locked down, but only by choice. And sometimes you have to choose a hard path to make life better later.