Written 04/05/20
The last couple of weeks have been emotional and challenging. The COVID 19 crisis has changed the world. Our community has been under shelter in place orders for almost 2 weeks now which means that no one in our family has left the house except to go for walks outside, a once-a-week grocery shop for me and a couple of times to pick up take-out. The kids' daycare closed two weeks ago but Eric and I have still had to work which means we have been juggling our schedules, trading off watching the kids and doing a lot of working at night and on the weekend. Thankfully starting this week, Levi and Emery can go to the Hodges' house for care (now that their son, who had to return early from his mission in Cambodia, is done with his self-quarantine) while I am working which should help make things a lot easier.
When I go to grocery shop after the kids are in bed, I find myself crying in the car in the dark parking lot. Our grocery store is across the street from one of our community's biggest hospitals and being there just reminds me again of the battle so many are fighting right now. Fighting for their lives, fighting for others' lives, fighting to keep their families afloat with lost income and uncertainty ahead. It's been overwhelming trying to figure out how to transition all my patients to telehealth, learn how to do telehealth, and all the paperwork associated with that on top of taking care of my very bored children. Levi asks me constantly all day "What should we do now? What should I do right now?" He isn't used to staying home and having his routine disrupted and having me and Eric constantly playing switcheroo with working and watching him and Emery. He and I made him a play choices board and a work choices board which helped a little bit but he usually just wants to play with me or Eric.
All in all though, the kids have done surprisingly well with the shelter-in-place. Levi told me last night that he likes staying home. It probably helps that while he made a few friends at school, he hadn't been going there long enough to have any super close friends to miss. And Emery, of course, is fine, though she asks to go for walks pretty regularly and will sometimes run to the minivan and tap on the door as if asking, "Can we go somewhere please?!" And every time we see other people while we are out on a walk, Emery always stops and waves and turns to watch them. I pretty much have to drag her away. She misses people but she is also pretty content and happy most of the day. In fact, she learned how to say "happy" this week and she walks around saying it to herself: "Abby! Abby! Abby." Her new favorite song is "If you're happy and you know it" And she enthusiastically does all of the hand motions with it whenever I put it on or sing it for her.
In spite of all the stress and uncertainty going on right now, I have a lot to be grateful for and we've had some good moments. My favorite thing has been family dance parties and games of tag in the kitchen after dinner. It's nice to put down my phone and the constant barrage of coronavirus updates on the news and social media and just listen to music and dance with my sweet husband and kids. It's so great to see how much joy and happiness my children can find in simple, everyday activities like pretending to take a bath in something yucky or playing in the mud outside. We are very lucky as a family that Eric and I both have jobs that we can do from home and that we don't have to worry financially. We are also very lucky in that so far no one in our immediate or extended family has gotten sick. I have gotten extra cautious this last week as the death toll from the virus keeps rising. When I go grocery shopping I wear gloves and use my own bags. I use a paper list which I throw away when I'm done so I don't take my phone out of my pocket at all while I'm in the store. I use self-check out even when I have a lot of groceries to avoid close contact with others. And when I get home I put on a fresh pair of gloves and wipe down every grocery item with disinfecting wipes before handing it to Eric to take inside. I leave the grocery bags in the car and my shoes in the garage. Then I take off my clothes and put them in the wash. It may be unnecessarily cautious but I think it helps me feel like I have a little bit of control in a situation where I really don't have much control at all.
It's hard for me to look down the barrel of the next couple of months and see nothing but working from home and staying home. I'm trying not to think about how un-celebratory my birthday is going to be this year. To distract myself, I keep thinking of more and more projects to work on around the house. I've got the piano bench painted and partially sealed, the top sanded, stained, sealed and then painted because the stain turned out too dark for my liking, the music stand painted and the fabric for the bench ordered. And I've got dreams in my head of re-epoxying our bathroom counters to make them white, switching out light fixtures and the faucets, re-doing our coffee table to match our kitchen one, planting a tree in the backyard, building a roofed pergola out back, painting the guest bedroom ceiling and so many other things! Of course, now that we live here and Eric and I are both working, my time available to actually do any of these projects consists of just a stolen hour or two in the evening (which I have to choose between that and working out) or a couple of hours on a Saturday. This weekend that was made even more challenging because of general conference. Eric and I traded off watching the kids and watching conference this time which was nice because it means that I got to attend fully for half of it which I think is better than slightly attending to the whole thing. It definitely has been an unforgettable conference, as President Nelson had promised in October that it would be, although not for any reasons he could have imagined!
Anyway, I've been trying to sort out my feelings about all of this while I've had some quiet time to myself watching conference. I think there's definitely some grief. Grief for the world and for myself- most especially for lost opportunities to build friendships when I feel like I still don't have any friends in our ward. The loneliness of having to confront that no one is checking in on us outside our families. It puts in sharp relief the isolation that was already present in my life but that I hid with constant busy-ness and activities. I didn't realize how many barriers would exist to making new friends when we left Oregon behind and replanted ourselves in a brand new place. For some reason, I thought it would be relatively easy considering that we were moving to a place with a lot more people our age and Eric and I are both pretty friendly people. But it definitely hasn't been. I hear about good, positive, uplifting things people are doing in our community for each other but it's like something I am observing from the outside not something we are included in. My feeble efforts before Coronavirus took over were insufficient and now I don't feel like there's hardly anything I can do now. So I think that's honestly one of the hardest things about this. Just feeling like if something bad
were to happen to my family, no one in our ward would even notice. But I know that this period of social distancing won't last forever. The world is constantly changing and people are constantly coming into and out of our lives. I know that we have years here to put down our roots and build relationships with those around us. It's kind of like watching my wax myrtles. I know that they will eventually grow to give us the privacy that I want and that I planted them for but for now they are small, still struggling to get established, and with all the leaves they lost this winter battling whatever fungus was afflicting them they are definitely wispy and not privacy giving! I can't watch them grow in the moment, but I can see signs of their growth in the new green leaves that have appeared this spring and I have hope that one day they will be full and busy.
Anyway, here's a glimpse into our new Corona-stricken world from the Martino household perspective:
In case work wasn't stressful enough, on Wednesday I apparently put in the wrong password one too many times trying to open my web browser for a GoToMeeting and my phone totally locked me out! It took multiple lengthy calls to IT and 2 full days before it worked again!
Emery has lately been into offering food or drinks to her baby or her stuffed animals. It is seriously the cutest thing!
Emery LOVES shoes! Here she's trying on mine haha
Trey did the sweetest, most thoughtful thing ever and made everyone in the family Sacrament trays and gave them to us along with little cups for the water. We've been using them and it really makes our home Sacrament meeting a little more special and holy feeling.
In another effort to try to make our Sacrament meetings a little more reverent, we all dress up, even the kids. Emery likes wearing her pretty dresses anyway so no complaints from her!
This girl LOVES mud! She is not squeamish at all about touching and gooing and getting just generally filthy.
Work on the piano continues! After wrestling with stubborn staples mostly in vain for quite a while to get the old upholstery off of the piano bench seat, I finally gave up and got a whole new board from Papi to use. Also I sanded down the lid of the piano and managed not to sand through the veneer! The wood is so pretty under that crazy stain/sealant that was on there! Unfortunately, I couldn't get it to stain light because there's too much pigment in the wood itself so I just stained and sealed the inside and ended up painting the outside.
This poor boy has been feeling stressed with everything going on too and lately if I drive him anywhere in the afternoon or evening (like to pick up take-out or go for a little hike) he always falls asleep in the car.
The kids and I took some chalk and wrote some inspirational messages for Ms Faye and the teachers at their school.
This picture cracks me up! Oooh Levi. Haha.