Is lock down monotonous? It feels relentless to me. Every day it’s the same. Wake up, check the kids’ virtual learning environment and see what their work for the day is, hound them to do some of it, teach most of it, argue about it, pound my head against the wall and beg the gods for some end to this misery. And that’s even before breakfast. Then the real work begins. You know the work- unloading and loading the dishwasher. I swear I must unload and reload that dishwasher about 5 times in a day. It is relentless. And the sweeping of the kitchen floor. Can we talk about sweeping? It is never ending. No matter how much I sweep, the floor is always covered in crumbs. I swear even while I’m sweeping I can see the crumbs. I can feel the crumbs. I see them in my nightmares. What are these mystery crumbs ? I will have just swept the floor and there those crumbs are. They are sent from above to test me. Or are they sent from below to test me? I feel demented even writing about the crumbs. It makes me want to have perpetual picnics in the garden so that I never have to sweep crumbs again. It reminds me of that episode of Friends when Monica made Phoebe eat the cookies over the sink so they didn’t make crumbies. This is my life now. Obsessing about crumbs. So yes lockdown is monotonous. Today my sister in law Z got her hubby A to cut her hair. And I mean a real haircut. Not just a trim. I asked her why she did it and she said to cut the monotony of lockdown. My husband just ordered some clippers in order to shave his head. Who knows- I may shave my head just to escape the infernal crumbs.
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