Hey Caitlin, how are you doing?

Oh great! I was driving home today, and it was only 92 outside according to my car, although it was at least 10 degrees warmer inside since the steering wheel was burning the skin off my hands. AC was on blast, and the windows were all down so I'd get the breeze. Felt nice.. right until something hit me on the side of my neck!

My hands flew up to my face and just started to slapping everywhere trying to get whatever was attacking me. And then my worst fears were confirmed as I looked down and saw one of those big fluffy black and yellow bees sitting in my lap.

I'm so proud of myself that I calmly drove down the street, until the next pull off almost 3 blocks away! And then as soon as I pulled over I slammed the car in park, threw myself out my door, and jumped up and down spinning in circles trying to get this bee to detach itself from my pants without stinging me.

So I'm doing pretty great, thanks!

Somehow I managed to get to daycare, collect a super smiley kid who was "SO HAPPY" all day according to his teachers, and yet managed to lose his s#!t as soon as we got home. I mean, I get it. Daycare is a lot of fun, but it's also tiring and long and overstimulating. So when he gets home he releases it all on me. Sometimes I think I handled the bee better.

So we sing along to the crazy elephant, we throw all our food on the floor or put it in our ears and hair, which lands us in the bath, and then we decide to just cry for half an hour before bed time, because well... I'm still not sure why.

But at least I didn't get stung today!

So here is a very messy, probably very long, in between post about this pandemic we’re living through. Because some day our kids might ask. Because it’s probably not a bad idea to write down some memories. To reflect on the craziness. I’m going to break it up into sections - it probably won’t make it any shorter, but maybe easier for me to write.

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This Season

Nothing about this pandemic makes sense to me anymore, but one of the more annoying things is that some daycares let parents into the buildings while others do not. I understand the logic, and I’m not someone who’s going to fight against people who are trying to keep my children safe, but I will admit that it would be so much easier if I was allowed inside the building.

Yes I’d like to be able to see what’s going on in my children’s classroom, and be able to check that they have enough extra clothes that still fit them and if the baby needs more diapers or not, but also because it would be easier to gather everything. It would be nice to be able to strap the baby into car seat and gather all the things that need to go back and forth every day from inside a building. And not in the cold or the rain.

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A Sad Day

Daycare during a pandemic is really hard. We’re not allowed in the building, and we’re not supposed to chat with the teachers when we pick up or drop off. That leaves us knowing very little about what goes on in the classrooms. I used to know the name of every kid in the room, and would spend 10-15 minutes in the room when I picked E&G up. Checking how many diapers they had, if they needed a change of clothes, picking up their artwork, but also seeing how the room functioned and getting to know the teachers. I could see who E&G were friends with, how they interacted in the room, and I felt like I knew what was going on.

All that’s gone now, of course. We get pictures and daily reports, but it’s not quite the same. I have to rely on what E&G tell me directly, which is partial information at best.

My Day

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