Grateful for this holiday (and looking forward)

Well, we had a really nice holiday. And I am aware of how many people did not get to have a really nice holiday for a whole host of reasons. I am incredibly grateful that our expectations were met, and relatively unscathed!

I won’t lie. The first 2/3rds of yesterday were rough. Not knowing if we were going to get my husband’s results, or what those results were going to be, was hard. We were supposed to spend the whole day with my in-laws, but we kept pushing back our possible arrival time. It wasn’t until we had decided that they would come to us and we’d celebrate in our garage with the door up (and the air filters running and my husband in a mask), that his test results finally arrived. I had actually set up the entire garage – I even added some holiday touches – before he finally got the email around 3:30.

But we got to spend the afternoon with my in-laws. Last year we didn’t even see them at all so spending 4.5 hours over there felt like a major win. We even got to watch Encanto, which we all loved. It was a really nice day.

Opening presents at their house on Christmas Eve also helped release a lot of the pressure for today’s festivities. Instead of leaving at the crack of dawn for my in-law’s (and then driving down to my parents’ at lunch), this year we enjoyed a leisurely morning of new video games and reheated cinnamon rolls (the ones we had missed on Christmas Eve morning) before heading down to my parents’ house around 10am. I got to stay in bed until 8:30! We are never going back to our old way of celebrating ever again.

Today was a low key day. We opened presents and played Exploding Kittens and built LEGO sets and learned magic tricks and played an escape room that my sister got us. We also ate, and ate, and ate. We were going to watch the Muppets Christmas Carole but ended up leaving a little early for more video games at home (definitely the right call). Now it’s 7pm and I’m working out on the elliptical while my daughter reads and my son plays his new game with his dad. I hope my husband and I can manage to make it through a movie tonight before we head to bed.

Tomorrow we have nothing planned. It rained all day today, which was great because we wouldn’t have made it outside (although the down pour made for a slow drive down to my parents’ house), and it’s supposed to rain a lot tomorrow which is fine. There is a part of me that wants to start taking down the Christmas decorations but another part of me thinks that is crazy. I did put them up early this year, so it makes sense that I’m ready to take them down. We also are back on January 3rd, which means there won’t be much time later. I think I’ll do everything but the tree tomorrow and take the tree down later in the week.

I have lots of other stuff to get done tomorrow, like laundry and picking up and finding places for the kids’ new stuff and actually cleaning our bedroom in the downstairs unit. My sister is going to spend some night there later in the week and she’s allergic to cats so I have to make sure the little bit of cat dander down there (the cat does not spend much time in that area) is eradicated. On a related note, I have a new shower curtain and I can’t wait to just throw out the old one instead of trying to clean it. I HATE cleaning the shower curtain. (I’ve used the current shower curtain for a full two years so I feel okay getting rid of it. It’s just so, so gross).

We don’t have a ton planned for this coming week. My sister will be in the city and we have some outside stuff planned (hoping the weather cooperates). And some friends will be in town for a night later in the week. We were going to actually go out, but now we all think just ordering in and mixing our own cocktails makes the most sense. I guess people generally just take off their masks at restaurants and bars and after my husband’s testing fiasco I’m not ready to put myself in that kind of situation. Luckily our friends seem totally fine with our change of heart; they have been very cautious as well, and are taking the new variant seriously.

It’s been good to see the absence of a horrible spike in hospital cases, at least in places like SF where vaccine levels are high. I know it’s still too early to be more than cautiously optimistic that omicron actually leads to milder illness, but I have read that we’re far enough out from omicrons arrival (and subsequent take over) that we’d have seen the start of a spike in hospitalizations if this were delta. So that is encouraging.

Having said that, I still think we’re in for a logistical nightmare in January. If a bunch of vaccinated people are going to end up getting Covid now, and they and/or their family members have to isolate for 7-10 days, that is going to be a lot of people calling in sick. I will be really surprised if there isn’t some kind of large scale disruption at my district that we just can’t absorb without drastic measures (like a couple of weeks back in distance learning). Truly, if we can avoid that it will be a miracle. I’m definitely going to be making Plans A, B, C and D for my own classes for at least four weeks after we get back. Maybe longer.

I know how lucky we are that my husband’s test came back negative. I was actually starting to think it was positive, and that Kaiser calling us was what was gumming up the works on his results. He said that people were absolutely just taking masks off at the door at the holiday party he went to on Wednesday, and while he stayed strong earlier in the evening, by the end he was keeping his mask off while he completed entire drinks, not just pulling it down between sips. The fact that he just got a cold, and not covid, is a miracle.

We’ll see if our Dave and Busters visits come back to bite us in the ass. The kids did wear their heavy duty natural latex respirator masks in there, and we never took our masks off for anything (I even made them step outside to drink water from the bottles I brought). But we were in there for 3-4 hours both times and statistically speaking we can be sure quite a few people in there had omicron and didn’t realize it. I plan on making them test appointments before we return to school regardless. I hope other families do the same (doubtful – and if they all did there would be a testing availability crisis anyway). Again, there is no way we can avoid major disruptions in January. No way.

I think the most frustrating thing right now, is the lack of infrastructure available for the people that do want to be cautious and considerate. How can we ask families to test before they return to school if we know they would have to test 2-3 times before and during the first week to actually catch an asymptomatic infection? There is a real feeling of, anything I can do is not enough anyway, and it will be a major pain in my ass to actually do it, so I might as well just wait for symptoms and hope for the best.

In the meantime, we have decide to suspend indoor, unmasked play dates indefinitely. We are lucky enough to live somewhere with temperate weather and plenty of opportunities for safer, outdoor socializing. We’ll probably still wear masks outside (we never really stopped doing that, I think because then we didn’t have to worry if the kids got really close to each other, but honestly I don’t know, we just never made that transition, at least not in San Francisco). This is not because we are worried about getting sick necessarily, but more to avoid the ramifications of positives to our daily lives. We’re still doing things that are important to us, like practicing martial arts at the dojo and letting our daughter start swimming lessons in January (it seems highly likely she will get covid from this as it’s inside without masks and they have to crown around at the end of the lane for directions pretty frequently), and I don’t think we’d still be doing these things if they weren’t vaccinated, so it’s not like they were for nothing. I have to keep telling myself that when I feel down in the dumps about being right back where we started.

And here’s the part where I apologize for this crazy long post. I guess I had some stuff to say. I didn’t expect to spend my entire 45 minutes on the elliptical writing, but the timer just went off. I appreciate getting to process, and find perspective.

And to say that I’m grateful. Because I really, really am.

Waiting on PCR results

Today we’re supposed to be celebrating Christmas with my in-laws, but we can’t go over until we get my husband’s PCR results. He took the test on Wednesday at 3:40pm so he should be getting the results back soon.

Our daughter’s best friend is in New York visiting family and she just tested positive. Well, her rapid PCR came back positive but her at-home antigen test came back negative. We’re a lot less trusting of the two negatives we’ve gotten for my husband since we heard that. I thought they were supposed to pick up positives when symptoms are present pretty consistently. Now I don’t know what to think.

It will suck if my husband is positive and we have to cancel our Christmas. The kids will really be bummed out. But eventually it will be okay. Mostly I’m worried about not seeing my sister for the end of her trip. That would really bum me out.

We shall see. My husband is pretty miserable with whatever he has, and I’m really hoping I don’t get it because I don’t want to spend the next week as sick as he’s been this week. He’s had this for five days now and no one else has gotten it yet. I hope that holds.

I can’t believe we didn’t get one week between our kids being fully vaccinated and omicron taking over. Not one week. The timing really was impecable. I feel like I was robbed of something I didn’t even realize I needed. But now it’s gone, and I have to manage all these complicated feelings of grief when it’s hard to recognize what exactly I’m grieving the loss of, since I never really had the thing I feel like I lost. Of course I appreciate not having to be as concerned about what now feels like my kids inevitable exposure and contraction of the virus. Very appreciative. But still, we were promised a respite in the form of fully vaccinated kids and we got the opposite and I’m so tired. So, so tired.

Blerg. I’m ready for this holiday to be over. It feels like it will be a miracle if we make it make it through the next two weeks without getting Covid. This is not what I expected for this holiday season, or for the new year.

UPDATE: We’re still in limbo, waiting for a test result we may not get before even tomorrow. I feel stupid for having faith in a system that has so far worked, but that I know is primed to break down in the coming month, and this weekend especially. Of course results are taking longer. Of course we should have expected as much. And so we’re wasting an entire day waiting for an email that might never arrive. I feel horrible for my husband and his parents, who graciously offered my side of the family Christmas Day. Now they will get nothing for themselves but this interminable wait. Thank god for video games or my kids would be on their third meltdown of the day.

UPDATED UPDATE: He got his test results back! NEGATIVE! We’re heading over to spend a couple hours with my in-laws. So glad we can be there for a bit today.

What I learned hate reading blogs

I stay off social media for a lot of reasons, but the biggest one is that it makes me unhappy. I’m not good at refraining from judging my real life against the highlight reels of others.

But I will admit that I do read the occasional blog that pushes some of the same buttons (in me) that social media would – blogs by very successful people that write like they have it all figured out. At a certain point I was kind of “hate reading” those blogs, but eventually, as I tried to answer the question for myself of why I kept them in my RSS feed, I started engaging with them with curiosity. Surely I wasn’t just a straight up masochist. There must be a reason I was still following some of these people, even though their posts generally irritated me, or left me feeling wanting (usually both).

So I kept reading them, trying to remain curious as to why they rubbed me the wrong way. A lot of times I landed on their inability (or unwillingness) to incorporate their privilege into the narrative they were presenting. A couple bloggers would use the word every once in a while (usually in the personal finance skewed spaces) but it never felt meaningful, or enough. And I chalked that frustration with them in general to the absence of privilege recognition in their spaces, and my OWN guilt about my inability or unwillingness to tackle my own privilege regularly here. You know what they say, we hate the most in others that which we hate in ourselves (there is a more elegant way to say that), so I figured I was annoyed by them because I was really annoyed at myself. It didn’t help me to do much about it in my own space, so I should have just stopped reading, but I never did.

Now I think I had something more to learn from these bloggers, and I kept hate reading them because subconsciously I realized all the pertinent lessons had not been learned.

Because what I’m realizing now, all these years later, is that I don’t actually want the lives these people are living. I feel like I am SUPPOSED to want their lives. Their blog spaces certainly present their life as an ideal. You can have enough money no matter how much you make! You can do everything in every sphere of your life, and do it well! You can excel professionally and as a parent! You can lean in! TO EVERYTHING! You can always feel like you have enough time, and energy, and money, for everything you want to do in life. These are enticing claims, even when they are made only subtly (or not so subtly). I think I kept reading because it seemed like they were happier than I was, and I wanted some of that happiness too.

But I’m realizing that these women live lives that would never make me happy. I recognized early on that I didn’t want some of these women’s lives. But I did WANT to want them. I wanted to be the kind of person that could be happy in these scenarios, because if I could be then I would just be able to follow their advice and find myself where they are (and only my immense privilege would make that possible). I mean I was never going to make the money some of these people (or their husbands) made, but I knew I could make enough to have a version of their reality. And our culture definitely suggests (if not out right declares) that I SHOULD want their realities, so I guess it’s not surprising I thought I did.

What took me so long to recognize is that I don’t actually want what they have. I would not be happy optimizing every cent I make, or every minute of every day. I am just not that kind of person. Some people are happy doing that (this post is not meant to suggest that these women are not happy living their lives, only that I would not be happy living their lives), I just don’t have the disposition to enjoy that myself.

AND THAT IS OKAY!

And you know why I finally realized that?

For one, I think I’m finally pretty happy in my own life. It’s certainly not perfect and there are plenty of nights where I lie awake in bed and wonder what I was thinking. (So many nights when I lie awake in bed these days – curse you perimenopause!) But enough is working well that I can recognize that there isn’t much I could hope to be going better (minus, well, pretty much everything in the news, of course). I’m making enough money and I don’t hate my job. I’m happy enough in my marriage. I feel like I’m doing a decent enough job as a parent. I have friends! Who care about me! I’m relatively healthy (perimenopause problems aside) and injury free. My ADHD is effectively medicated. I’m doing pretty good.

So yeah, finding happiness in my own life definitely helped me realize I wouldn’t be happy living theirs. But it was something else that helped me actually recognize that.

What happened was, these bloggers started to show a little vulnerability. It has never been much, just a little one-off sentence here or there about feeling run down or overwhelmed. It was never the topic of a post, always just an aside to an otherwise positive diatribe. But I saw those little glimpses of authenticity. I perceived the possible exhaustion that might be lurking behind a relatively benign declaration of frustration. I admitted to myself a simple truth, that things really weren’t going as well as they made it seem, or at the very least, I would not think they were going all that well if I were living their lives.

And think that is the point of it. These women are probably very happy living their lives. I don’t actually think people can paint such a complete picture of success when they don’t actually feel successful (not for many, many years and hundreds of verbose blog posts). I just know that *I* would NOT be happy living their lives. That is not the kind of person I am.

Maybe I am just content enough to recognize what was obvious to others all along. Maybe they have been dropping tidbits of vulnerability the whole time and I just never noticed because I was so overwhelmed myself that those small suggestions of imperfection were too small for me to perceive. I mean I always knew that these women curate their lives to support a narrative, I guess I just didn’t understand what the discontent underneath might look like. Maybe I needed to be “happy” myself, and see how the daily frustrations of life can coexist with that happiness, for me to understand how it might in these bloggers lives.

So I maybe it is all about being happier myself. Or maybe they are offering a little more authenticity. Who knows. All I know is that I’m glad I kept reading them, because now I feel absolutely sure that striving for their lives would not make me happy. It would probably make me miserable.

So I can let that all go. And I keep reading them, and continue to bring curiosity to the experience. It really does take all kinds! And that’s okay.

This may be the end of daily posting

I technically did not post on December 20th. And maybe that is a good thing. Maybe I need to end the streak and that was just done for me.

I’m tired. It’s really late. My husband, who was out for most of Wednesday, Friday and Saturday is now sick. We’re fairly certain it’s not Covid (he’s taken two at home antigen tests and both were negative but he had an appointment for a PCR test on Wednesday to be more sure), but he still feels bad and is not participating much on the parenting front. I’m tired and need a break and one is definitely not coming.

I also don’t want to get sick myself but feel it might already be coming. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow.

But today was a decent day. My son got his Dave & Busters trip and he had a fabulous time. I hated it – it was truly an assault on the sense – but I’m glad he enjoyed it as much as he was hoping he would. I’m also glad it’s over.

Tomorrow I get to see my sister. This is assuming I don’t wake up sick. Here’s hoping. (insert multiple crossed finger emojis here)

Brrrr

It’s been a chilly December. Again, I’m refraining from the use of “cold” because I know it’s not actually cold but man oh man does it feel cold. Today’s high was in the 40s. For us, that is cold.

Our downstairs unit remains incredibly cold. I think it’s time to have someone fix the wall heater. Especially since our Covid-positive contingency plan is for the person(s) to quarantine in the downstairs unit. Right now it would be miserable down there for an entire day, let alone 10+ days. I guess I’ll see who I can call tomorrow.

Today was… meh. Our kids were bickering non-stop and getting them out of the house was incredibly unpleasant. It was cold and gray out and I didn’t really want to be outside either but it’s supposed to rain all week so it felt like we needed to take advantage of the dry. Tomorrow is actually supposed to be dry too, but earlier the forecast showed rain on Monday so I planned for inside activities and I can’t really reschedule them so that also made outside time today feel more pertinent.

Once we were outside they were fine, but man the transition SUCKED. My husband was very negatively affected by it, and he sulked for the first hour of our time at the park. This made me really frustrated because I had told him he should just stay home, but he insisted on coming. At one point I straight up told him that if he couldn’t shake off the sulk I was going to ask him to please walk home. He turned his attitude around not long after that, but the whole outing had already been sullied.

I fear it’s going to be a LOOOOONG break.

Tomorrow I’m taking my son and his friend to Dave & Busters. I loath the place but he loves it and this is his “thing he can do now that he’s fully vaccinated.” My daughter got her sleep over and he gets Dave & Busters. I’m going to feel better once it’s over, and I’m glad we’re doing it before numbers here sky rocket. I’m also hoping it will be pretty empty at noon on a Monday.

I gotta go now. I’m trying to submit all the paper work necessary to get back my dependent child care FSA money back. I’m really unsure how I’m going to get the mere $300 (of $500) of medical back. I hate the medical. I didn’t even sign up for it next year because it always stresses me out. Blerg.

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.

Operation Hot Chocolate (and seeing my students for the first time)

Yesterday I served almost 100 cups of hot chocolate. After each class finished their assessment, they got to take a cup outside to enjoy it. And as I sat outside with them, I realized that I haven’t seen most of their faces. It’s surprising to me how unrecognizable many of them are without their masks, and how the part of their face that I’ve never seen looks NOTHING like what I was (subconsciously) imagining.

It’s crazy to think that, four months into the school year, I don’t know what most of my students even look like. It’s even crazier to think that I’ll never really see their faces for the entire school year.

Because I don’t think I will ever see their faces. Not in front of me while I teach. Before omicron I thought maybe, by the spring, the mask mandate at school would be lifted. It felt like a long shot, but still possible. Now I don’t think there is any possibility of masks not being worn at school. An entire school year of masked teaching. After an entire school year of online teaching. When I say it like that, I get really depressed.

But at least we’re in person. I’m actually wondering if that will continue to be the case with this new variant. I had never considered that a possibility this school year, but after reading a bunch of articles this morning, I think it might be. At the very least, I think it’s very possible that a single school could get shut down for a couple of weeks if too many staff are out after testing positive, or if a bunch of kids are getting it from each other at school (that staff situation feels way more plausible).

But maybe those masks, that obscure my students faces, will allow us to keep the status quo. I think we’ll know by the end of January how this will affect in person learning. I’m sure a TON of kids will be out in January because of testing positive or living with someone who has tested positive. So much travel is happening over this break. So many indoor, maskless meet ups.

And I’m not judging any of that, it’s just a fact. My sister is flying from London, where omicron is spreading like crazy. I plan to spend lots of time with her the first week she’s in town, when she can’t know yet if she got Covid before she left (but not early enough to test positive before flying – she does need a negative test to board the plane) or on the super long flight full of other people from London. I’m not waiting until half her trip is over to see her and I’m not wearing a mask when I’m around her either.

Tonight my daughter’s three best friends are sleeping over. On Monday I’m taking my kids to Dave and Buster’s. These are the things they’ve been waiting so long to do, and since they are officially (as) “fully protected” (as they are every going to be) now is the time to indulge them. I think after these initial splurges we will go back to be pretty cautious; I do not plan on visiting Dave and Busters again during the break, or having any kids spend the night after their holiday travels. We won’t be eating indoors or seeing movies at the theater, which is a bummer because Spiderman looks really good. We will be visiting with my parents and my sister inside without masks. We will be going out with friends in some public indoor situations. These are new experiences for us, and while we won’t get to enjoy them like we might have (there will be more anxiety and second guessing to be sure), we aren’t going to shut down again. At least not yet.

Today my kids are at school and I’m home. I have some tests to grade (I got through the big assessments already! Woot!) and a lot of cleaning to do. I’m thankful to have the day to get shit done, before two weeks of holiday craziness. It’s nice to feel like I can get slightly ahead before it gets totally nuts.

How are you feeling on the eve of this holiday season?

These Two

I don’t write much our pets. They don’t do much but to us have they have big personalities and are the subject of a crazy amount of our family communication. We talk about them constantly, even though they are rarely ever doing anything that warrants commentary.

But then yesterday this happened. It pretty much made my week.

When we first got the dragon I wanted them to be friends so bad. I knew it would never happen, so I didn’t really try, but yesterday gave me hope that maybe it could. In the past the dragon was stressed out by the cat, but yesterday he was totally chill despite the cats thorough olfactory investigation.

If I could these two to cuddle I would lose my mind.

Maybe some day. A girl can dream.

Rainbow

Things are looking pretty grim, but every once in a while I feel a glimmer of hope.

Today, on my way home from the holiday work party (which was fine), I saw this from my car window. I pulled over to get a picture because rainbows are very rare around these parts.

I just wanted to share it, in case anyone else needs a pick-me-up.

Gotta get on it!

The winter break is fast approaching, and I do not feel like I have a handle on how those two weeks are going to play out. My sister is in town – I haven’t seen her in two years! – so I want to make sure I know what the f*** I’m doing for those two weeks.

But there is so much to do at work before Thursday. And after actually because three of my classes are finishing an assessment on Thursday. It’s easy to just keep plowing through work stuff and leaving the Xmas break for later.

But “later” will be too late! So I need to take some time to sit down and plan some shit. Maybe tomorrow. If I just think of a couple things I want us to do and then ask her what days she might want to do them, that would make me feel better.

I don’t really have much to say tonight. December has been kind of bust as far as decent posts go. I was distracted by the martial arts test prep and then so depleted once it was over. It was like my brain space just went derp (as my daughter likes to say).

I will say that our holiday party got messed up because of the rain and I’m a lot more disappointed about it than I expected. We were supposed to have the party at a staff members (big, beautiful $3+ million dollar) house but now there is just lunch at school and then meeting at a bar spot some where. I was already really frustrated that they were having it on Wednesday when we have school again on Thursday (why?!) and now it just feels like a PTA sponsored lunch, except we’re all paying for it via our social committee dues. And then we have to go pay more money to be at a bar in the middle of the day. Ugh.

I really wanted a chance to socialize with other staff but I feel like that is not really going to happen in this situation and it bums me out. I’m so isolated at my job, I’ve been trying hard to go to social stuff with other staff, and the holiday party has traditionally been really fun. I’m annoyed it ended up being such a big fat bummer this year.

I have no plans with my friends either because different people will be seeing family during different parts of the two weeks so it didn’t really work out. Boo.

But it will be AMAZING to see my sister. I cannot wait for that. I gotta focus on the positive, because there is plenty of it at this time of year.

What do holiday parties look like around your parts this year? Anything you’re looking forward to?