Week 3. Who Am I?
It’s the beginning of week three of social distancing. My son has been out of preschool for three weeks now. It’s just me and him all day. There’s nowhere to take him. On rainy days we can’t even go outside to play. I’m beginning to question who I am.
I’ve begun to question many of the pup selection choices in PAW Patrol. Why don’t they use Zuma for more rescues? They live in Adventure Bay and he’s the water rescue dog. THE TALKING RESCUE PUPPIES LIVE IN A SEASIDE TOWN THEY SHOULD USE ZUMA MORE.
I may throw myself out the window the next time I have to hear the theme song to Flailing Child and His Irritating Parents’ Mystery Playdate. That show is making me age at an accelerated rate.
He climbs all over me. All the time. Am I truly his father any more? Am I undergoing a slow metamorphosis into an obstacle course? Who am I?
I used to love my solitude. I’m not a totally solitary person but I like it in my preferred dosage. It’s my time to reflect, decompress, create, recuperate, and so on. After these long days of no school I thought I would look forward to my decompression / alone time even more. I’m beginning to hate it. I’m losing my love of me-time because it’s become an overdose.
I miss going out for lunch.
My rage for President Dumbfuck and his incompetent circus has reached such boiling levels of hatred that I didn’t know I actually possessed this level of enmity for another human being. I genuinely loathe him and look forward to his obituary. Who am I?
Full disclosure, I’m not going as crazy as this blog entry may make it seem to be. Some things are exaggerated for the sake of an interesting read, except for my hatred of certain children’s programming and the criminal squatting in our capital. I’m doing fine, my family’s fine, and we’re coping as best we can. We’ll all get through this together.