I'm spending more time with my son than I ever did, and about as much time with my Love as I always did.
We were already socially distant to the rest of the world.
Together we have lots of work to do cleaning, teaching d.i.y. 8th grade, creating shows and making masks.
We go to bed tired every night so that's good.
Too busy to be bored. We were only grumpy with each other once in all that time... it was funny.
Three grumpy people storming around.
We got over it.
Olive makes us do lots of Yoga and PE to keep our spirits and health up.
I been teaching my son the art of egg making.
Every day he makes me one sunny side up, one over easy and occasionally an omelette.
I was grading him on them but now he is plenty dialed in. Olive got us some little whole chickens.
My boy's next culinary lesson will be about how to part out a chicken in 8 surgical strike knife cuts.
I'm beyond delighted that he is growing a passion for cooking. He had an epiphany since experiencing the joy of watching someone else enjoy food he prepared.
Olive and I are still super passionate as always. We mute it a bit in front of the quaran-teenager.
Glad he gets to see a loving relationship modeled though. He has only been outside once or twice.
I'm hoping he doesn't carry the anxiety after the plague blows over.
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