My Two Writing Teachers colleagues and I are hosting the 13th Annual March Slice of Life Story Challenge, in which hundreds of teachers participate in posting a story per day.
Dear Kids,
Today was Sunday and it felt really sad not to be skiing. It was sunny and cold today, and there was plenty of snow on the mountain - though it has all turned to ice at this point without any groomers working to maintain the trails. This morning I went to the grocery store first thing in the morning, hoping there would be more things in stock if I got there early. I got everything on my list except for bleach, flour, and cooking oil. (I scored some toilet paper and it made me feel like today was going to be a lucky day). By now it has fully sunken in that our life will be turned upside down for a while now, though your father and I are doing our best to shield you both from the scariest parts of it.
Today was weird. The two of you played all day, I made granola bars, and went for a run outside. That was about it. It passed by in a blink, but also slowly. It felt like we were all waiting for something to happen, though none of us knew what, and then whatever it was never happened anyway.
At bedtime, after I read stories to Jackson, I was so tired I fell asleep right next to him and didn’t wake up for an hour or so. I actually got up out of bed and came downstairs to the kitchen to write this post. I can barely keep my eyes open as I do it.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is, we’re getting through this. One day at a time.
Love,
Your Mom