Love in a Time of CoronaVirus

Like just about everyone else in the world, I am stuck in my home with my family. We plan to use this time to unplug, rest, and re-connect as a family. What follows is my quarantine diary.

Quarantine day 1

We can do this! It won’t be easy, of course. But we have a big house with a yard, and Matt and I both have jobs that can easily be completed from home. Plus, I’ve been homeschooling for three years. If that’s not quarantine boot camp, I don’t know what is!

I’ve made a daily schedule so that we can stick to a routine. I’ve scheduled time for work, school, play, rest, meditation, exercise, chores, eating, and contemplating the universe.

Quarantine day 2

OK, yesterday was hard. We stayed on track with the schedule, but there was a lot of complaining. I’m beginning to understand why some animals eat their young.

Quarantine day 3

I’m writing this from the toilet. My children have set up a real life Hunger Games in the rest of the house and this is the only safe place. Oh dear God, they’ve found me.

Quarantine day 15

Today I awoke in a darkened cell. The children appear to have pledged their allegiance to a mystical cartoon god. I am not sure of the rules of this new religion, but they seem to involve rubbing bare butts in odd places.

Quarantine day 437

Oh, hello! I am perfectly normal and healthy and not under any duress at all! My colony of rodent friends is growing (4,500 so far!) and I’ve crocheted little ski caps that they can use when the quarantine is finally lifted. I believe it will happen as soon as tomorrow!

Quarantine day ???

Time is a construct. Food no longer exists. I can’t remember what paper looks like. I will sleep now.

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Published by Nicole Roder

Writer Nicole Roder lives in Bowie, Maryland with her husband, Matt, their children, Emma, Sophia, Raymond, and Gianni. And Lucy–their fiercely terrifying, 20-pound Boston Terrier who protects their home from some ubiquitous danger only she can see. When she’s not busy composing her next great work of fiction, she’s wiping bottoms, dancing in her kitchen, singing in her minivan, building lego castles, wrapping feather boas around her neck, and driving all over God’s creation. AKA–mothering her children.

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