2 month anniversary!
May. 13th, 2020 04:19 pmIt has been 2 months since school at school ended.
When I was young, my family did not send (AFAIK) any of us to preschool (I am the third, so I was not around for what happened with the first two to see in person, obviously). We started kindergarten at 5, and our birthdays were in the spring (2 in May, one each in April and March), so we were not in the almost 6 category, but we were not super young 5 year olds either. Again, AFAIK, until my younger sister was assigned summer school for something I do not recall the details of, none of us did any kind of day camp or summer school or summer camp or anything like that. Summers were spent at home. And when I say at home, I mean it. When I was young, we were allowed to play on our bikes and go down the street, but by the time we were older, we were more or less confined to the lot our house was on (complicated, and, in retrospect, compelling evidence of my parents’ inability to get along with anyone for any extended period of time). In our favor, we had a really cool playhouse my dad had built (chalet style, with a loft, and electricity, altho no plumbing), a park-sized swing set, a big slide. Still, summers were really tough. It was better when we had swimming lessons, and when one of my older sisters was a lifeguard, because being a pool rat is pretty fun. The situation was further aggravated by my mother not ever being willing to get a driver’s license (unclear in my mind what the real reason was. The faux reason was, fear, because she hit a dog when learning to drive. I believed the reason was anxiety. I now suspect the reason was her undocumented status); until my oldest sister was 16, we had to walk, bike or bus, and we lived in the ‘burbs.
In some ways, I liked the long summers with not much to do. I like to read, and there was a rudimentary lego set and I looooved the swing set. OTOH, months of that is a bit much. It is clear that my various projects — teach myself touch typing using the picture of a keyboard in a used typing textbook bought at a garage sale, teach myself algebra using a used algebra textbook bought at a garage sale, teach myself logic using a logic textbook bought at a garage sale, collect foreign language dictionaries and books, etc. — grew out of immense boredom.
I have been retired for over 20 years, and thus at least home-based, as opposed to in an office or school or other settings, for many years. 2 months of stay-at-home orders is not really a big lift for me. OTOH, it kinda sucks to suddenly have to share my lovely house with three other people, not for the evenings and the weekend, but for 60+ days all in a row. It is fine.
Having the school structure has been wonderful, especially because it keeps T. largely independent. He has a big room and he only comes out of it at intervals. R. having work, and the third floor to do it in, again, means I only see him occasionally during the day. It is basically me and A., and if she is trying to focus on something, she will actively walk away from me.
It is all so much better than those long summers as a child. I cannot go swimming, or swing on a swing (but that is all complicated for me anyway), but I still have my legos, and books, and a helluva lot more TV, not to mention all the devices and games and newspapers to read and twitter and and and.
Happy 2 Month Anniversary! Perhaps for you it is more. Or less! Surely, it is different, because the details differ for everyone. I hope that you are finding joy in your life.
When I was young, my family did not send (AFAIK) any of us to preschool (I am the third, so I was not around for what happened with the first two to see in person, obviously). We started kindergarten at 5, and our birthdays were in the spring (2 in May, one each in April and March), so we were not in the almost 6 category, but we were not super young 5 year olds either. Again, AFAIK, until my younger sister was assigned summer school for something I do not recall the details of, none of us did any kind of day camp or summer school or summer camp or anything like that. Summers were spent at home. And when I say at home, I mean it. When I was young, we were allowed to play on our bikes and go down the street, but by the time we were older, we were more or less confined to the lot our house was on (complicated, and, in retrospect, compelling evidence of my parents’ inability to get along with anyone for any extended period of time). In our favor, we had a really cool playhouse my dad had built (chalet style, with a loft, and electricity, altho no plumbing), a park-sized swing set, a big slide. Still, summers were really tough. It was better when we had swimming lessons, and when one of my older sisters was a lifeguard, because being a pool rat is pretty fun. The situation was further aggravated by my mother not ever being willing to get a driver’s license (unclear in my mind what the real reason was. The faux reason was, fear, because she hit a dog when learning to drive. I believed the reason was anxiety. I now suspect the reason was her undocumented status); until my oldest sister was 16, we had to walk, bike or bus, and we lived in the ‘burbs.
In some ways, I liked the long summers with not much to do. I like to read, and there was a rudimentary lego set and I looooved the swing set. OTOH, months of that is a bit much. It is clear that my various projects — teach myself touch typing using the picture of a keyboard in a used typing textbook bought at a garage sale, teach myself algebra using a used algebra textbook bought at a garage sale, teach myself logic using a logic textbook bought at a garage sale, collect foreign language dictionaries and books, etc. — grew out of immense boredom.
I have been retired for over 20 years, and thus at least home-based, as opposed to in an office or school or other settings, for many years. 2 months of stay-at-home orders is not really a big lift for me. OTOH, it kinda sucks to suddenly have to share my lovely house with three other people, not for the evenings and the weekend, but for 60+ days all in a row. It is fine.
Having the school structure has been wonderful, especially because it keeps T. largely independent. He has a big room and he only comes out of it at intervals. R. having work, and the third floor to do it in, again, means I only see him occasionally during the day. It is basically me and A., and if she is trying to focus on something, she will actively walk away from me.
It is all so much better than those long summers as a child. I cannot go swimming, or swing on a swing (but that is all complicated for me anyway), but I still have my legos, and books, and a helluva lot more TV, not to mention all the devices and games and newspapers to read and twitter and and and.
Happy 2 Month Anniversary! Perhaps for you it is more. Or less! Surely, it is different, because the details differ for everyone. I hope that you are finding joy in your life.