I don't know anyone who isn't glad to see this year put to rest.
For me personally, it wasn't the worst year of my life.
But honestly, that's because it's very hard to compete with a year in which your dad dies by suicide. And you buy a house with no ground floor kitchen, have an emergency C-section and can't do stairs, have very limited support because your mom is understandably having her own breakdown, *and* you have post-partum depression.
Otherwise, this would totally have been the worst year of my life. I mean, let's be honest: it was a super suck-ass year.
Collectively, I think it was the worst year of life for our family.
We are all healthy, but we lost people we dearly loved.
We've been out of in-person school since March. In October, India left DCPS to home school, because she was so unhappy being online. Jordan has been struggling with online school.
We agree that we love each other and have gotten closer, but we are also pretty sick of each other. My kids cannot wait to be back in in-person school.
Recently Jordan suggested that we regularly have days where we all do our own thing inside the house and don't really spend any time together.
This sounds good to me.
As I mentioned, I've been home schooling India and we spend A LOT of time together. And I don't know if 8 is a particularly hard age for everyone but I will say that India's age 8 is a brutal one for the rest of us.
Jordan, thankfully, has been incredibly sweet.
Also fortunately, Nick has gone to the office daily, which is safe because he is one of maybe four people who do, and he spends his days entirely alone.
If he were staying home, one of us would surely have stabbed the other by May at the latest.
I'd hate to go to prison, and particularly in a Covid time.
I don't have anything profound to say, but in this time I have learned something about myself.
First of all, I was quite sure that I'd be fine staying home all the time. I love staying home. I'm an introvert.
I'm not as much of an introvert as I thought.
Yes, I need alone time to recharge. But oh my gosh, as it turns out, I love a lot of people.
I had so many more daily interactions than I thought I had, until I didn't have them anymore.
I missed greeting the school crossing guard and the guards at the door. I missed my yoga group. I missed the parents I would chit chat with at school drop-off and pickup.
There are more, and I won't go on, because I know you all have your own people, and it super sucks.
I don't know how this has affected the non-huggers, but as a hugger, I hate it. In normal life, hug practical strangers if we make a connection. And I have made connections in the aisles of Trader Joe's.
I only recently shopped at Trader Joe's for the first time since the pandemic began.
But anyway. I learned that I need and enjoy so many more people in my life than I thought I did. This was a huge revelation for me.
Also, and this did not used to be true of me, I can spend two to three days in the same outfit, unbathed.
Although now that I say that, I do recall that week closest to Everest base camp, when all I did at night was take off my boots and unhook my bra. Because it was just so cold. But that was an anomaly.
I used to be rather concerned about my appearance.
I wonder if that will happen again.
We are lucky lucky that Betty lives with us, as otherwise we'd probably never see her in this fucking wretched pandemic.
We are blessed to be able to stay home and away from others, and fortunately we have been healthy.
We see our good fortune, and we recognize our blessings.
We've done a crap job at eating fruit or vegetables, and have kind of descended into a junk-food laden kind of debauchery.
Which ends tomorrow.
I decided to do a sugar-free January to hopefully help my sleep and my mood. Nick decided to do a dry January, so I am joining him in this. Also, he's going to try to lose weight.
The kids decided they were on board with no sugar. This will be a shock when they actually live it.
And Betty recently got diagnosed with high cholesterol, so I proposed she ditch the sugar and join us. So she's joining as well.
She and I are the biggest sugar fiends. We'll see how this goes. I think it will be good.
And January 20, which is marked on our calendar and toward which we have been counting down, is allowed as a bacchanalian day, should we choose. I imagine I'll mainline sugar and then do naked backflips down the sidewalk. Unless it's really really cold.
So, that new regime starts tomorrow. In whole new year!
Right now Betty and the kids are watching Stranger Things and Nick and I are sipping beverages and listening to music in the living room.
On a Stranger Things note, earlier today India and I were watching together. There’s a line where a dad says, “This is our government. We have to trust them.”
India looked at me, rolled her eyes, and said, “As if.”
Jeez, is she growing up way faster than I did.
Anyway, I have a Zoom with some of my dearest friends from my youth at 9:00 pm.
Thank you for living through the hellscape that was 2020 with me. I wish you all such joy, laughter, connections, and good fortune in 2021.
Love love love,