It's very spring-like around here this week. I should take advantage of the sun and get some walks in. It's hard to believe that we've been doing this for a whole year now. It feels like a few weeks ago and also a lifetime ago that we were socializing and taking trips to the grocery store for basically no reason. Some days, I wonder if I might have caused part of it. After all, my journal entries from the first half of March last year are full of feeling overwhelmed and hoping for a true break once the shows open. I got what I asked for, to a point, and now it's time for something new.
Kiddo goes back to school after spring break, a few days before Fuzzy and I get our second shots. It's only a few hours a day, so I'm currently debating my best plan of action to prevent spending all my time driving around. My newest plot is to bring Tiny's breakfast with us for a morning picnic, followed by taking a leisurely walk and enjoying the park next to the school. It all depends on how many other parents get the same idea.
The playgrounds have been reopening around here, and Tiny has been reveling in the new playtime options. She was just getting big enough to play on the equipment when everything started to shut down, so this is all so new to her and she loves it.
I admit that I have been fantasizing about some of the things I will feel more comfortable doing once our vaccinations have taken effect. There were a lot of things that were put on hold last year, back when we thought we'd be back to normal by the end of the summer. I'm going to go to the ophthalmologist and get my eyes checked out. Then, I'm going to order some new glasses. It's going to be fantastic. After that, I'm going to get my hair cut, as it's now past my waist, even in a braid. I'm also getting myself a dental appointment, because it's definitely been a while since I had a regular exam.
After all the self care stuff, I am also going to set up estimate appointments for the improvements we want to do to the house. The sliding glass doors are original to the house, and they are not happy about opening anymore. It's time for them to go. There are a whole bunch of little projects floating around, too, that need an expert.
It's all terribly noble. The less-noble part of me wants to go the thrift store again. I miss the thrift store. It's not like I need anything--it's just fun. I miss shopping. I miss wandering around the store to see what's new and to stay abreast of what stores have which things for shows. It was one of my superpowers in my previous career incarnation--knowing which stores had plain rainboots and which spot had the cheap camisoles and what canvas sneakers would cost in three different discount department stores. I've always assumed that everyone did that, so it was a surprise when I discovered that most people don't cruise through the sock department at Target once a month to see what's new. Whoops.
I'm hopeful for our next chapter. I'm hopeful that Kiddo will be back in regular school in the fall, and that I will have the option of putting Tiny into day care once in a while to give myself a day off. I'm hopeful that we can start having weekly Sunday dinner at Fuzzy's mother's house soon, and that we can have the girls over there to swim in the pool without worrying. I'm hopeful that I will get to put Tiny into the child watch at the gym, so she can see other kids and I can work out again. I want Kiddo to get to have sleepovers again, and to go to the library on a whim. Soon. Soon.
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