Thankful for the spring break margins

My son and I ended up getting what my daughter has. I am very thankful that we’re on spring break, so we had to space to fall like dominoes into this cold’s firey sore throat.

We’re still at my parents’ house. They insisted we come. If they don’t get this it will be a miracle (in my opinion), but by the time that happens we’ll be back home. I’ve asked multiple times if they’d like us to just go back home now but they say no.

I’m very glad we got PCR tests earlier in the week. My son’s and my tests came back on Wednesday evening (about 36 hours after we took them), but my daughter’s test did not come back for almost 72 hours. We were already at my parents’ house by then (again, they insisted we not wait for the results), and I went through countless rapid antigen tests trying to assure myself it was okay. I know my parents continue to put themselves in situations as risky as we do (they both sub, and they both take their masks off frequently in the classroom), so I figured if they insisted I would oblige them. Still, I was VERY RELIEVED to receive my daughter’s negative result as I lay next to my son who tossed and turned, crying about how much his throat hurt.

We’re obviously not doing much today. And we’re not attempting Great America tomorrow. I think I’ll pack us up, and take them to a park (wish masks on) in the morning before we head home. I’m honestly ready to be back in our own space, but the kids want to stay and my mom has been amazing – setting up everything they needed to dye eggs, and roll out and then decorate Easter cookies. It’s nice to have other people cooking for us too. Still, it’s not awesome to feel sick in someone else’s space, even if it is someone as close as parents/grandparents.

My husband managed to get out of town without bringing this virus with him, and for that I’m very grateful. I’m also grateful we have a couple more days to mend before returning to school on Monday. This is only our second “post-“pandemic virus and it’s clear our bodies are out of practice fighting off, well, really anything. (I’m still shocked that we all managed to avoid whatever horrible bug my husband got during the winter break – that was just awful).

My kids are reading right now, so I think I’ll follow suit. I’m about a third of the way through Crying in H Mart and I’d like to keep reading it.

“Missed Schedule,” An answer for Aunt V, and coming down with something

My post yesterday didn’t go up when it was scheduled to. That really bothered me. I spent some time trying to get that done on Monday night so I could schedule it to go up while I was sleeping, but when I woke up it wasn’t up. And when checked what had happened it just said “Missed Schedule.” Boo!

Not really a thing, but I’m annoyed none the less. (And kind of funny since my whole post was about missing consistent sleep schedules. Was WordPress poking fun at me?)

I realized yesterday morning, after I dealt with the “Missed Schedule” that I never thanked you all for your respectful, thoughtful, and insightful and comments on my last masking post. I REALLY appreciated that comment section, and the fact that it never devolved into a, “well that person is…” back and forth, but instead remained a productive discussion on how different people in different areas are navigating this part of the pandemic. You all absolutely renewed my faith in putting up messy thoughts about messy topics and getting empathy, understanding and guidance in return. It can be done! You all are amazing! I am humbled that so many smart, articulate people choose to read my words and respond to them.

In that comment Aunt V asked me if I thought people who hadn’t been wearing masks in areas where mask mandates had lapsed long ago were selfish. I admitted that I wasn’t sure. I know for a fact the person whose post inspired mine does, because she thinks people in my area who have stopped wearing masks only recently are selfish, so surely those people who stopped a months ago are too.

{That was, of course, the purpose of Aunt V’s question. If I thought people who had already stopped wearing masks in areas where it wasn’t expected were selfish, it would make sense to think the people in my area (including me) were selfish for doing so now. If I didn’t, then I could extend myself that same courtesy. Well played Aunt V.}

I will admit that people in my area get a lot of messaging, both explicit and implicit, about the importance of mask wearing, and that comes with some (explicit and implicit) judgement towards areas where people don’t wear masks. (This is part of why people in this area are struggling with what to do now that masks aren’t required! – The judgement, and feelings of superiority, were really real!) But the judgement is more toward the messaging, not the people following the messaging. At least that is how I perceive it. I don’t personally judge people for doing what everyone around them does, especially when their communities are lacking any kind of coherent public health response that suggests a different course of action.

That is to say, I judge the messenger and the message, and not those that adhere to the message. That is part of why I’m so confused by what steps to take next, because I don’t necessarily trust the messengers and the messages they are sending are confusing and sometimes contradictory. So I guess the answer is no, I don’t think the people who are taking off their masks now because they’ve been told they can do so are selfish. Which means I don’t think I, myself, am selfish. Hooray?

I’m sorry if that seems like a cop out of a response, but it’s the best I’ve got.

Yesterday the kids and I went to the Academy of Sciences. My son was given a free family day pass when his class visited and he was eager for us to use it. I haven’t been since well before the pandemic. I used to get a teacher pass but once my kids got so old that I couldn’t get them both in on it we stopped going. It’s evidently over $100 for the three of us to spend a day there! I was so thankful for the family pass we were given. We had a really nice time.

While we were there my daughter started complaining of a sore throat. I was very thankful that I had her in one of our best kn95 masks, and that the Academy requires everyone to wear a mask, even though guests 12 and older need to also be vaccinated.

We have quite a few rapid tests at home but since we’re spending a couple nights at my parents’ house I decided I should get my daughter a PCR test. I was surprised by how many were available at Kaiser. When we got there, nobody was in the drive up test area. It was so deserted I assumed they had moved it. But while I searched for the confirmation email to see if it listed a new location, a woman walked out to greet us. I was in the right spot, there was just no one getting tested.

The last time I tried to get PCR tests for my family it was quite hard. Now I guess it’s super easy because no one is getting these tests anymore. I guess everyone really is relying on rapid antigen tests at home. If I weren’t going to see my parents I would have done the same. No wonder officials suspect the vast majority of cases are not being counted.

At home my daughter’s rapid antigen test came back negative, but it was clear she has some kind of bug. I called the friends she saw yesterday to let them know. One of them had something last week and another friend has something this week. A virus is definitely going around. We’ll see if my son and I get it. I really hope my husband doesn’t as he has to travel today.

Luckily we only had a couple of plans with friends for today and they were easy to cancel. My son and I are supposed to go to martial arts tonight, and if we both feel fine we’ll go, but keep on our masks, just in case we end up feeling sick later. I really appreciate it being socially acceptable to wear a mask in situations where one just wants to be cautious about possibly passing on an illness, even if it’s not Covid. I know that in many countries wearing a mask in public spaces was always accepted, and even expected when people are feeling ill. I hope we can maintain that custom, though I highly doubt it. We just aren’t that considerate here I guess.

Kaiser let us all get tested yesterday, even though only my daughter had an appointment. I will appreciate the confidence that comes from PCR tests when we stay with my parents (as expected, they have indicated they want us to come, despite my daughter’s cold, which is why I got the PCR tests). I hope PCR tests don’t become impossible to get as pandemic funding evaporates. We have a long way before we cross the finish line, and we need all the tools to get there. It’s frustrating that the federal government refuses to recognize that.

Let’s see if this post goes up as scheduled. Come on WordPress! You can do it!

Maintaining consistent sleep schedules (or not)

I know there is a fair amount written about the very good reasons one should get up at the same time every day, from not disrupting our circadian rhythms to using those morning hours to pursue something meaningful. I also doubt that I am ever going to follow that advice.

I have to admit that I’ve really struggled with the recent time change. It’s always been hard for me to fall asleep before 11pm, but even with a sleep aide I have felt less rested these past two weeks. I think I’m finally falling into a new rhythm, but I do recognize that the simple act of jumping forward an hour really messed with my sleep schedule.

And yet, I am content to get up an hour or two (or three if I were given the opportunity) later than I usually do on the weekends. I have to wake up at 6am on week days, and there is no way I am going to do that when I don’t have to go to work. I HATE waking up at 6am. Getting to sleep in until 7:30 or 8am is one of the best parts of the weekend.

Part of the reason I like to sleep in on Saturday and Sunday is because my husband and I watch a movie, or a couple episodes of a show on Friday and Saturday nights. I really like watching movies and good TV. My husband always has a long list of movies he wants to see, and he introduces me to so many films I would never seek out on my own. I genuinely enjoy watching a movie on weekend nights, and the thought of not doing that makes me really sad.

I couldn’t watch a movie and go to bed by 11pm, because my kids aren’t asleep until 9, or 9:30 or sometimes even 10pm. Our house is small and both our kids’ bedrooms open to the hall that passes behind the TV set. We can’t really start watching a movie until they’re asleep (or at least our 8 year old son is), because they come out a few times to use the bathroom before they finally go down. If they see us watching TV (again, this is more of an issue with our son), they make a big deal about it. We have to pause and deal with them and it’s just not a very fun way to start our evening.

I also get better sleep from midnight to 7 or 8am than I do from 11pm to 6pm. I always suspected this was the case, but the pandemic absolutely proved this theory for me. I have never worked so hard, or such long hours, as I did when I was teaching from home while my kids were learning from home. Every night I was up until 1am or later getting work done, because I had so little time to work during the day. And yet, since I was able to wake up at 8am, I was better rested than I had ever been. Sleeping from midnight or 1am to 8am was a total game changer for me. Even if I could reliably fall asleep at 11pm every night (this is very hard for me to accomplish, despite adhering to strict regimens of starting early, only reading a print book for 30 minutes before turning out my light, and not drinking too much water an hour or two before bedtime), I would never be as well rested as I am when I can fall asleep later and still get 7 or 7.5 hours of sleep (this seems to be what I need – if I get more than than for too many days I start to wake up early, or really struggle to fall asleep). If kept getting up at 6am even on the weekends, I would deprive myself of the few nights a week when I’m getting my best sleep.

I am not a morning person. I never have been. Waking up very early when my kids were very young was an incredibly unpleasant experience for me. I enjoy parenting so much more now that my kids are older, and I while I think there are a lot of reasons for that, one of them is DEFINITELY not being woken up by my small voices calling for me. I remember clawing my way through those early mornings, bleary eyed, clutching a cup of coffee, wishing so badly that I could just go back to sleep. I shuffle through my mornings before work in a similar blur, struggling to complete the short list of task that I have performed so many times I should be able to do them in my sleep. (Sorry, I couldn’t help myself). Even if I got a full 7.5 hours (or more!) the night before, I never wake up feeling alert and ready to go at 6am. And I doubt I ever will. (Maybe during menopause? I hear that REALLY messes with your sleep).

{My son STILL wakes me up at least one night a week needing something. People never mention that that shit can still happen pretty regularly even when your kids are in elementary school. I am so ready for it to only happen when they are very sick…}

I also get good work done in the evenings. On Sunday night I remembered some prep work I needed to do before Monday and I found myself with the energy and drive to get it done. I stayed up until 12:30am, until my computer threatened to shut down due to low battery, and got all four forms created and scheduled on google classroom for next Monday morning. I would never have been that productive at 6am.

This week I’m on spring break and I’m absolutely letting myself sleep until 7:30am, which is when my son generally wakes up. I know this is akin to traveling to another time zone and adjusting to jet lag, but I suppose that is a “trip” I’m willing to take. I enjoy waking up at 7:30am too much to adhere to my 6am wake up time for a whole week when I don’t have to.

I understand the arguments for maintaining a consistent sleep schedule – we don’t let our almost 12 year old daughter sleep past 9am on weekends because we don’t want her sleep schedule to get way out of whack – but I just don’t see myself making that kind of sacrifice during the school year. If I could wake up at 7am during the work week, I might make the effort to maintain that wake up time on weekend mornings, but 6am is just too early for me. And as long as I’m a teacher I’ll have to get up that early to be ready to start my school days. I guess, like having a drink on Friday and Saturday nights, it’s an unhealthy habit I don’t have the willpower to stop.

Do you wake up at the same time every morning? Do you do take other steps to maintain a consistent sleep schedule?

Spring Break

The kids and I are on Spring Break this week. For many years our Spring Breaks did no coincide but for the last few years they have. I personally don’t like having Spring Break this early in the year – I would absolutely prefer to have it in mid to late April, especially since we get a week off in February. But teachers don’t get to pick when they get their breaks so here we are. While I’m very thankful for some time off, I know it’s going to be a LONG ten weeks of school before summer.

Saturday my son and I went to the dojo. My husband picked up my son and got him ready for a trip to the zoo with a friend, while I stayed for a later sparring session. By the time I got home, my son was already on his way. My daughter was still at her grandparents’ house so my husband and I got to spend a couple of hours alone, which was nice. Both our daughter and son came home around 5pm, and a little later we started a movie. My daughter and husband went to see Charlie XCX at the Fox Theater in Oakland while my son and I stayed home.

{I went to A LOT of concerts with my dad in high school and college and I cherish those memories. I am VERY excited that my husband and daughter are continuing the tradition.}

Yesterday I was supposed to take a walk with a friend (but it got postponed), then my family and I went going to this 9-hole wizarding-themed mini-golf thing downtown. (We were supposed to see a Cal Baseball game but rain is forecast for this afternoon so we decided to change course.) Afterward my son’s friend came over to play some video games and have dinner while my daughter played video games with her friend over FaceTime.

One of the cooler looking holes at “Potion Putt.”

Today my son is at my in-law’s house while my daughter’s friend is over. This afternoon my in-laws will drop my son off at the dojo and I’ll take the girls to boxing. I will pick my son up from the dojo and another mom will pick up the girls from boxing (making afternoon activities work is complicated even during the breaks!) My husband has a regular work day.

Tomorrow I’m using a family pass my son was given after a field trip to take the kids to the Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park. It’s really expensive to go there, and now that I can’t get both kids in on a teacher pass I don’t by one anymore and we really don’t go there much, if at all. We’re all excited to get to go again. Again my husband has a regular work day.

On Wednesday my husband leaves really early for a work trip to DC. I’ll be taking my son’s soccer and school mate (they aren’t really friends) to a playground with my son for a little while to help his mom out. In the afternoon my daughter will be at her friend’s house while my son and I are at the dojo.

On Thursday morning I’m taking the kids down to my parents’ house for a couple of nights. This is partly because it’s nice to have back up when my husband is gone, but mostly I just want to spend some time with them and this seems like as good a week as any to do that. We may hit up Great America on Saturday (we have season passes), but we’ll see. Otherwise we don’t have much planned for that time with them, except of course to decorate cookies and dye eggs.

By Saturday night we’ll be back at home and Sunday we’ll just be hanging out, getting ready to go back to school. It’s a very low key Spring Break, but it’s what I can handle right now. We don’t leave town much (if at all) during the school year and sometimes it feels like we are the only ones who don’t take advantage of the breaks to travel. The fact that I also get those weeks off make me feel even lamer for not doing much. But honestly, we never seem to have the money for it, and I never seem to have the energy for it. I guess I can only hand one or two trips in the summer and that is it…

Do you travel a lot between August and June?

Two weeks without a mask mandate (and lamenting the lack of thoughtful dialogue)

On an update on the last two weeks as we’ve moved away from masks for the first time where I live. (This turned out to be a looooong one. You’ve been warned.)

I continue to wear my mask in the classroom. Only a handful of students in each class consistently shows up without a mask. I’m honestly not sure why I am still wearing one. I want to say it is out of habit, or respect for those students who would feel uncomfortable if I were walking around without a mask, but there is more to it than that. And that is OK! I also want to make clear that wearing a mask out of respect for the feelings of my more cautious students would be an absolutely acceptable thing to do, and is probably where I am headed without regret or resentment. The reality is that, in our area, masks are still “strongly recommended” in school settings and, as a teacher in school especially, I generally follow guidelines that are “strongly recommended” so I will probably continue to do that here (I have lots of feelings about what a cop out it is to lift mask mandates but still “strongly recommend” masks, but that is for another post).

I do sometimes take my mask off at the front of the room, when I am trying to convey an important message to my students and I get the feeling that my muffled voice is contributing to their inattention. Or when my voice is just tired of talking through a thick mask. But this only leads to maybe 15 minutes of maskless time in the classroom (over the entire day) when other students are present. I have never had to wear my mask during my prep time and I am thankful for that.

It is interesting to see how other teachers are responding to the relaxed mask messaging. I asked my students if many of their teachers were teaching without masks and they said only one was. I know that the two unvaccinated teachers on our staff immediately took their masks off when the mandate was lifted (and one of them is the teacher my students mentioned). Otherwise I don’t know if any other teachers are teaching without their masks on. Both administrators continue to wear their masks, and I’m curious as to why, because I know they are not personally concerned about the risk to themselves. My guess is that since it’s still “strongly recommended“ they feel it is the right thing to do as leaders. And they are probably right. I’m sure the staff who are concerned about the mask mandate being rolled back are thankful that the admins have kept wearing theirs.

While I am not sure many staff are teaching without their masks, I would say the majority are attending staff events without face coverings. We had a staff meeting on Tuesday afternoon, and those of us still wearing a mask were in the minority. It was interesting to see who was wearing a mask. One woman who just had Covid in January was wearing a mask. A staff member I know has health issues was not wearing a mask. I haven’t really had any conversations with other staff about it.

I am trying to relay this information without judgment, and I hope I am succeeding, because I honestly feel no judgment toward anyone at this point (except the anti-vaxers of course). I think this is a complicated time, and people are receiving mixed messages, and we are all doing our best to navigate it in the ways that make the most sense for each of us. I almost said that “make us most comfortable,’ but I honestly don’t think most people are making these choices based on their own comfort. They are trying to weigh the facts, and consider others, as they make these difficult choices.

I continue to wear a mask in all public spaces that offer essential services. And if I am somewhere else and most people are wearing a mask, I keep my mask on too.

The public space where I feel most comfortable taking off my mask is at the dojo, where they have installed air scrubbers, and have incredible ventilation with windows open and fans blowing. They also require that all adults not only be vaccinated, but boosted. I also feel comfortable that my son is now taking off his mask at the dojo because only vaccinated students (5-12yo) can take off their masks. It is the only place I know of that is instituting a mask-on policy only for the unvaccinated, and I wonder how that is going over for the parents of unvaccinated children. I know that at the public school level, the mask mandate being changed to “strongly recommended” is for all students regardless of vaccination status. And while I selfishly would prefer the unvaccinated remain masked, I understand that as a public health initiative that is not possible in public schools. I’m curious what others think of that actually.

I don’t know what the right answer is for me personally or for our community at large. And again I will reiterate that I am thankful it is not my job to make those decisions.

I will also admit that I’m writing this post partly as a response to another post that disparaged “mommy bloggers (and their commenters)” who complain about children wanting to wear masks at school and/or wear masks outside. The rant ended with the declaration that “these (upper-middle class White) women,” are on a mission to shame healthy people for wearing masks because they are “over covid” and they and their families are healthy and/or already had covid and it was fine, and that they are “unbelievably selfish.”

I will admit that when I read the paragraph I assumed she was referring, at least in part, to me and this post (and its comment section). Except I never actually expressed those sentiments, and she didn’t mention masks being used to manage social anxiety or students being harassed for taking their masks off outside, which were incidents that I mentioned in my post. Having said that, those topics were mentioned in some capacity either in my post or comment section. So I do think it’s possible that her post was at least in part a reaction to mine. I also recognize that I might be incredibly self-centered to believe that it’s about me! Maybe it seems like she was unwilling to write a nuanced response because she is not reacting to my post at all! (In my defense, this blogger has absolutely published entire diatribes that were clearly in response to something that I wrote, so it doesn’t feel like I’m being totally unreasonable here.)

I bring it up because I’m really struggling with people responding to uncertainty about how to handle the current murky public health messaging with “how uncaring and selfish you are.” These responses seem to cast people who are willing to embrace new (in their area) public health guidelines as the cause of those new public health guidelines, or at the very least selfish and uncaring for following them. How should those of us who have real concerns and uncertainty about this next phase of the pandemic react when our uncertainty is responded to this way?

I know I should probably just stop reading this person, but I do like to expose myself to different points of view, and I do know that she will continue to advocate for more restrictive responses to the uncertainties of the pandemic, which is not the point of view I read in most other places these days. But maybe if I take what she says personally, I can’t really get anything beneficial from her writing so I should just stop.

But even if I stop reading there, I’ll still come across the sentiment elsewhere.

One thing that’s frustrating is, I feel like these people never articulate what the end game is. There is a very good chance that the low total-vaccination rates in this country mean we’ll never get to a place where community spread is low enough to ensure the health of the most vulnerable. Is it really fair to shame the people who have respectfully followed the most restrictive public health guidelines consistently, when you don’t agree with how those public health guidelines have changed?

{I guess if you have been masking in places where masks were not required you would want other people to do that even though their mask mandates are just now dropping, so maybe that is where the disconnect happens. I think it’s hard for those of us who have been in places where masks have been required since “Day 1,” to understand the mindset of people who have been wearing masks despite public health guidelines in their area not requiring them for over a year.}

It’s discouraging to know that others are more willing to judge people than participate in a meaningful dialogue with them. But maybe meaningful dialogues can’t happen between two bloggers when other people’s comments end up factoring into the conversation.

{I have tried to comment on posts of hers before that are clearly in response to my posts, and she hasn’t responded to me in the comment section, even though she does respond to many other comments there.}

But I’m curious what you all think? When I say I’m not sure what to do, or express concern that my community is not ready to take the next steps to resume a semblance of normal life, am I really saying that I am over Covid and am unwilling to make sacrifices for the young who are unable to get vaccinated, the immunocompromised, and those just generally fearful of Covid? Even if I don’t say it directly, am I implying that?

I honestly don’t think that I feel that way deep down. And I don’t think I would imply it without having that deep-seated belief somewhere. I honestly don’t feel “over Covid“ and I don’t feel like I know what the right answer is. I read plenty of articles that lay out the reasons why those of us who are vaccinated and boosted can return to “normal life” and those articles seem convincing. I also read articles arguing the opposite and those articles seem convincing. I don’t know what the right answer is and I’m tired of not being more sure of myself in the face of so much conflicting information (as I mentioned here)!

And I don’t feel like I want one of the answers to be correct, which would lead me to give more credence to arguments declaring that answer to be correct. But maybe I am just kidding myself. Maybe the part of me that just wants to be done with this, because of course we all do at some level, is subconsciously directing my thoughts and comments in that direction.

{This Atlantic article, which I saw after I wrote this, would suggest that I’m not the only one who is unsure of what our pandemic future should look like.}

All this to say, this is hard and I’m tired and putting one’s thoughts and feelings out into the world is messy business. I’m not always sure I’m doing it right, or that I should even keep doing it. I don’t know what the right answers are and I’m sorry if my point of view is dismissive or belittling to others (which I’m sure it can be).

This is ultimately about me figuring out how to manage people’s judgement, both real and perceived. I am definitely more likely to perceive other people’s judgement when I’m unsure of what to do. I also think I’m more sensitive to perceived judgment when my actions could possibly affect others’ health, and the guidelines and advice from experts and officials are so disparate. When it comes to the pandemic though, I suppose I need to consult with my husband, and my friends in health care whose opinions I trust, and make the best decisions I can for myself and my family.

And if other people are going to imply that I’m uncaring and selfish, but refuse to engage me directly, I need to determine if I agree with their assessment. If I do agree, I need to change my behavior, and if I don’t, I need to just brush myself off and move on.

Preparing for a purge

There is an idea being discussed lately on minimalism blogs: You don’t have to keep everything you use. Which might seem obvious to some, and ludicrous to others. I already understood this idea – I’ve given away things we sometimes used, but never enough to make their presence worthwhile. I just gave away a sweatshirt that I actually liked, but that didn’t really work with most of what I owned and wasn’t worn enough to justify the space it was taking up on my sweatshirt hanger (as an SFer, I have A LOT of sweatshirts, because I wear them all year long!) So, the idea is one I’m familiar with, but one I think I needed to see written out in black and white.

We are due for a purge. It’s been a long time since we really went through everything, Marie-Kondo style, and got rid of bags and bags of stuff. I definitely went through the kids’ rooms in the fall, before school started, and got rid of a lot of the random learning supplies that were sent home during distance learning (along with other stuff). But it wasn’t a big purge. And I’m not sure I even have a big purge in me, but I know I need to do something because the time between “picked up” and “driving me crazy” has shortened considerably in the past few months. I’m sure Christmas had something to do with it, but I also know that I am guilty of bringing in way more than we need, or can even manage. It’s definitely gotten to the point where I need to go through everything and get rid of a lot of stuff again.

And I have to remind myself, that just because we sometimes use something, doesn’t mean we have to keep it. I think I do keep a fair number of things knowing that we sometimes pull them out and make use of them. But when you live in 1600 square feet, you can’t keep all the things. You just can’t.

Which is fine, because we don’t need to. There is a library close by for books (we have WAY TOO MANY BOOKS), and plenty of fun stuff to do in the city. We were stuck at home for a long time, and we got good use out of a lot of what’s in our house. It’s okay to say goodbye to some of those things now.

{Also my son can really read now and he likes to read and that is amazing and means we don’t need nearly as many toys and all the yays!}

Can you tell I’m talking myself into the idea? I really do need to get rid of a ton of stuff, and my unhappiness at the state of our house is a great motivator. Knowing the house will stay neat for longer is also a powerful incentive.

Next week is our spring break. My husband is going to DC for a work conference for the second half and the week, and the kids and I will be spending most of that time at my parents’ house (I’m realizing I need to spend time down there myself because they won’t always be able to do stuff with us like they can now). That still gives me three weekdays to fill bags and get them out of the house. Even if I just get through my closet and the kids’ rooms, it will be enough to make the last couple months of school more manageable.

So I’m mentally preparing myself for the purge. I may even start filling some bags with things I KNOW I want to get rid of. I think if I start ramping up my momentum now, I’ll get more done during the days I’m dedicating to the culling.

Do you need to mentally prepare to purge stuff? When did you last do a big purge?

Summer 2022

The summer of 2020 we didn’t do much. My son went to a few weeks of camp at our dojo and got into a couple weeks at a near by Rec Center in August. Our daughter went to Sailing Camp for three weeks, which we only knew about because we’d won a week of it in a raffle the summer before.

The summer of 2021 we made it to St. Louis to see my extended family. We really lucked out that our trip was in late June/early July so we were back before the summer wave was cresting. My son spent SIX WEEKS at dojo camp because San Francisco’s “Camps for Everyone” initiative meant that middle class families were shit out of luck. Our daughter did three weeks of Sailing Camp with friends again.

This summer we’re going to St. Louis again. (Yay! I’m always so grateful when this can happen – seeing my extended family is VERY important to me). And… drum roll please… London to see my sister! We’ll see if London actually happens. We’re planning to go in late July so I give it a 50/50 chance (when I’m in an optimistic mood), but I’m excited at the possibility of going. We were initially trying to go in early June, but the prospect of the London trip messing up the St. Louis trip (because of someone testing positive) stressed me out too much. I eventually had to tell my parents (who are coming with us) that I would go to London in July or not at all. They agreed and we bought our tickets last week.

This morning, at 10am, my husband and I tried to get our kids into some Rec and Park camps for this summer. We spent all week deciding on camps, and 1.5 hours hours last night populating our Wish Lists, but at 10am when registration opened most of the camps we wanted were immediately full. This summer they saved half the spaces of each camp for “priority registration” which means middle class families had more of a chance of getting their kids into a cheaper summer camp than last year, but still very little chance. We ended up getting our son (8yo) into only one week of the six weeks we tried for. We got our daughter (12yo this summer) into quite a few weeks of camp, but she will only be excited about one of them. Most of her friends aren’t going to camps this summer, but with our son in camps, we feel it’s ultimately better for our daughter to be doing something too. We know she’ll just sit around trying to get on a screen all summer and I’m not interested in managing that.

After we lost at the SF Rec and Park Summer Camp corral, my husband spent $600 on a week of Giants Baseball camp for my son. I’ll be spending another $450 on a week of martial camps at the dojo and then we’ll cross our fingers and hope he gets in off the wait list for the one week of camp we need in July. I fear we are SOL for the last week of camp before school starts in August, because very few places offer camp that week. Of course I actually need coverage that week because I go back for staff days on Wednesday. I hope the grandparents can help us out!

There is a lot more swirling around in my head about summers, and the pandemic, and the “pinching of the middle class” in places like San Francisco, and our immense privilege… But as you can probably surmise from that sentence, it would require it’s own post. And I’m trying hard to just put out shorter, less intense posts instead of waiting for the time to write the longer posts. So I’m going to stop here.

What are you planning for summer this year?

Naming the pain

Thank you for everyone who gave me information on headaches on my last post. Having a possible name for the pain really helps – it helps find information and possible solutions. It also helps give me hope.

I’m writing this on Thursday night and I haven’t used ibuprofen for 28 hours (knocks on all the wood!) and my head is not throbbing. And that is despite the fact that we were practicing break falls on Wednesday night at the dojo and I hit the ground in a way that I was sure would exacerbate my headache. And yet, I didn’t take any more ibuprofen on Wednesday night, or Thursday morning, or all day Thursday and Thursday night, as I write this post, I’m feeling okay. I’m REALLY hoping I broke the tension headache, and that I don’t need to start researching migraines or rebound headaches. At last not yet…

I’ve been thinking a lot about how important it is to have a name for pain. When my glute was hurting I fell down a very deep, dark internet rabbit hole of chronic back pain and its possible causes. I was starting to get very freaked out. I read about so many possible causes for my discomfort, but none of them seemed to fit. Then I finally came across a website about periformis syndrome and it all clicked. Having a name for my pain, along with possible courses of action, made me feel so much better.

And my pain did subside. For a while. But it came back, mostly because I stopped stretching and strengthening the area when it started bothering me less. But I didn’t feel so hopeless when the pain came back after I had a name for it, because I better understood what was happening and why.

I’m still managing my periformis syndrom, and I think I will be managing for a long time. But now that I know what it is, I feel like I have the right tools to manage it. And even when the symptoms are flaring up in ways I find frustrating, I am less likely to lose hope.

I remember when my RE diagnosed me with Dimished Ovarian Reserve, I was both devastated to learn that our options were so limited (IVF is generally not a great option when your body won’t produce very many eggs), and also relieved to have a name for the constellation of reproductive problems I’d suffered since I was 15. It was validating to know that there was a real, medical reason for my amenorrhea, and my short cycles, and our failure to get pregnant. It was a relief to be able to name what stood in our way.

I am lucky to be a relatively healthy person who has sustained few major injuries. I definitely expect my body to perform at a certain level, and when it fails to do that I get frustrated. I know I’ll be dealing with more of that frustration as I age and things start to break down. I know how to build strength and stamina. I know how to push myself physically and mentally. I think my next challenge will be identifying when I need to rest, and learning how to best give myself opportunities to recuperate.

In that spirit, thank goodness it’s Friday.

Two years later

This weekend marked two years since we went into lock down in the Bay Area. My kids left their classrooms on March 13, 2020 and didn’t really return to them until the fall of 2021. This Monday my daughter was allowed to stop wearing her mask at school, though it’s still strongly recommended. The elementary schools are still requiring masks, so my son is still wearing his at school, but the dojo stopped requiring masks for his age group, and he took his off for the first time there on Monday afternoon.

My school’s mask mandate is also gone, but most students are still wearing masks. I am too, for now. I figure I’ll wait for a couple weeks to see how it goes. My daughter is also waiting for a week or two. We’re not in a big hurry to stop wearing our masks, though we’re tentatively excited to stop wearing them in the future.

At my son’s school students are allowed to take off their masks outside, but so far it’s been fraught for those who do because other kids taunt anyone who takes off their masks and calls them “contagious.” This has not happened to my son, but he’s seen it enough that he’s not interested in trying to take his mask off outside.

My daughter’s friends came over a couple weeks ago and all kept their masks on inside our house, despite the fact my daughter and I were not wearing masks. When I asked my friends if it was something about our house specifically, they assured me it wasn’t, and that their daughters just didn’t want to take their masks off, really ever. When I brought it in the car later, one girl said she planned to wear her mask until high school (she is in 6th grade), even if she’s the only one doing so. At this point, wearing a mask helps her cope with social anxiety; she doesn’t want people to see her face. I find it really sad, actually. The next couple of years are going to be very, very interesting, as we start to learn how the pandemic has changed the way people think and feel about being near each other without their faces covered.

Two years ago I found the pandemic unfathomable. Last year I was demoralized. Now I’m just resigned. I know it’s not over and I don’t expect it will feel over for a long, long while. My plan is to just do what I can do when I can do it, and expect that what I can do at any given point will likely change. This feels like the calm before another eventual storm to be sure.

And life goes on.

I’ve had a tension headache for five days now, and I’m pretty sure it’s perimenopause related. My hormones have been all over the place, but this headache is definitely the worst symptom I’ve had to manage recently. I’ve taken SO MUCH ibuprofen, but the minute it wears off the headache is back again. I’ve tried all my normal strategies to get rid of it and none of them are working. It’s frustrating to say the least. And it’s not helping my attempts to spring forward without disruption. Tuesday morning I slept past my alarms by 45 minutes. I lost pretty much all my prep time at work and suffered the rest of the day for it. I like Day Light Saving Time better than normal time but I do not enjoy springing forward. I really, REALLY hope we end this bullshit time change stuff soon.

I guess I’m still pretty crabby, so I better go. I hope everyone is getting through this week without any major issues, even as the world burns all around us. I’m really not sure how to manage reality right now. I know I’ve very privileged to be able to tune it out when it feels overwhelming. So, so, so privileged.

I wish I were more sure of myself

I don’t feel like I’ve ever been very sure of myself, but I’m pretty sure they pandemic eroded what little conviction I did have. (Sheesh, I can’t even say with conviction whether or not I’ve ever had conviction!)

So many people seem so, so sure of themselves. They read things, and hear things and they just know what is right and wrong. It feels like every day I’m less sure. I think I can spot obvious bias pretty well, but once you throw in a little nuance I am less sure. I’m easily persuaded by the people saying what I want to hear. I I don’t know how to interpret data or understand statistics in a meaningful way. I’m easily swayed by anecdotal evidence. I always have to remind myself that correlation does not equal causation.

My husband is incredibly sure of himself. He is also incredibly smart. He’s smarter than I am, for sure. I wonder if all the people who seem really sure of themselves are smarter than I am. It’s highly plausible.

Next week I think I can stop wearing my mask at work. I have no idea if I should do that. NONE. I know I want to be able to stop wearing my mask, but I’m not sure if that is what I should do. I hate teaching with a mask on. It’s hard on my face, and my throat and my voice. It makes my ears and head hurt (I wear one of those straps that pulls my mask back, always). It’s not comfortable at all. The kids can’t hear me very well, and it’s actually really important that they can hear me well, at least when I’m speaking in Spanish. I could just take my mask off when I’m talking to the class, but that is exactly when I would be most likely to spread aerosol particles if I were contagious. I really am not sure what I should do. Some “experts” say that as a triply vaxxed person, I can responsibly remove my mask at school. Others say that if I do so I’ll be choosing my own personal comfort over the safety of the unvaccinated and immunocompromised. I don’t know which one of them is right. Maybe they both are, to varying degrees?

From what I can tell, most staff at my school are either counting the days until they can take off their masks, or restocking the best N95s they can find. I don’t know many people who aren’t sure what to do. I don’t know many people who are indecisive as I am.

I’m tired… of now knowing how to interpret the data and understand the statistics in a meaningful way. I’m tired of not knowing what to do and having so many people tell me different things. I’m so tired of feeling pretty good about a decision, only to read an article that labels people making that decision selfish and horrible and uncaring. I’m tired of the mixed messages and the double speak.

It’s exhausting to be this indecisive. It’s exhausting to be this unsure.

The next few months are going to be really, really stressful. I’m definitely not ready. This is a lot harder than I expected it to be.

Do you feel sure of yourself these days? Do you know how you’re going to navigate this new phase of the pandemic?