A good day

Today was a good day. My daughter’s sleep over was a huge success. The girls had a ton of fun and my daughter was over the moon. I was asleep by 12:30am and got to sleep until 8:45am! No one needed anything in the night.

This morning was low key. The girls played some MarioKart and Nerf wars. They got picked up at around noon and I left to run at 1pm. It was beautiful out and my run felt great. I was so happy to be out in the sunshine. I felt like I could run forever.

When I got home my husband left to see a friend. He’s been out three of the last four evenings. I’m so happy he’s joining the world again. He seems happy too. I mean he’s concerned. And confused. But we keep reminding ourselves that our kids are fully vaccinated. We waited all this time for that, to start living our lives again, and it finally happen. And yes, there is a new variant, and things are about to get really crazy again, but if we keep ourselves sequestered away, there will truly be no end in sight for us. At least no end we can articulate.

We are still being cautious. We are still avoiding really risky situations. But we are also engaging with people again. We are making meaningful connections with friends we care about in ways that might expose use to Covid. And that’s okay.

My kids and I watched 8-Bit Christmas together tonight. It’s kind of a modern remake of A Christmas Story. It’s certainly not the best movie ever made, but neither is it the worst. I enjoyed it. My daughter and I cried.

And then my son had his annual meltdown before Christmas. It’s a whole week away! How will I make it! I have to admit, I don’t love when Christmas is a whole week into the break. I don’t love when we go back right after New Years either. It’s not the ideal timing, and this week will likely feel looong around this house. But I hope we (::cough:: my son ::cough::) can find a way to enjoy it. To revel in the anticipation instead of dread it. We shall see.

But today was a good day. I want to hold on to the good days. One thing about omicron is that it all feels incredibly tenuous. Who knows what tomorrow will hold. Who knows when a positive test in our family, or even the family and friends that orbit us, will turn everything upside down. I find myself wondering if everything we have planned for the next week will come to pass. The week after Christmas feels very far away. So much could happen before then.

So I’m going to hold on to the good days. And today was one of them.