Right at this moment, I’m feeling a bit better. If you perhaps would like to see something encouraging, here’s a link to China’s Corona virus stats. 143 new cases March 6th, down from 14,108 February 12th. Active cases sloping downward! Beatable, EmEffers.

Yesterday I ran mandatory errands. My anxiety was out of control, horror movie slo-mo fishtailing my cart around Target, picking up prescriptions, trying to maintain social isolation, eyeballing everyone with extreme suspicion and also HELLO NEIGHBOR! HOW YA DOING? While grabbing some last minute groceries.

My kids, bored and trapped at home now that school and activities are canceled, seem to eat food fast as I can panic purchase it. Am so far resisting the urge to actively discourage them from eating all the things I risked my life to grab only yesterday afternoon.

But am this morning enjoying the relative peace: Have meds for the next three weeks. Have food for tonight. Have found easy bread recipe so there is something to try this afternoon when the kids hit me with I’m borrrrreeeed. Have slight tickle in back of my throat OH GOD.

So here are some bullet points:

I forgot to pick up deodorant at Target, and anxiety is making me smell bad. The idea of ever returning to Target is making me smell worse.

While at Target, I used the pharmacy’s gallon jug of sanitizer twice (going in, heading out). Came home feeling like I was wearing fire mittens.

Skyped my super smart friend last night, who, while ranting about her coworkers, off the cuff called them, “Dumb brilliant fucks” Maybe it was because I’d had a glass of wine, but even a day later, I still want to start a band, or a kid’s little league team, or perhaps an inside joke with only myself (and now you, too, of course) way of referring to my children. The DBFs!

Perhaps I’ve already told you this, but the one year my middle kid played softball, the kids were brainstorming team names, and amongst the 2nd graders’ cries for “Rainbow Unicorns!” and “Purple Ponys!” one girl yelled over the chorus of her teammates, “The girls with balls!” and FML, why can’t this be a professional title for a famous sports team?

I have the devilish plan of making my kids watch The History Chanel style shows in the afternoon. Thought I’d start with Henry VIII because Tudors seem like good intro into drama. Know their story has been done a million times, but if anyone has a favorite program/episode, hit me up. ETA: Just floated this idea to the kids and was shouted down by three separate age groups. Ended up yelling at them, “Isn’t the entirety of your education some adult trying to teach you something you don’t think you’ll be interested in?” Add another layer of respect on my Teacher Respect Cake. Eye rolling rejection by insolent children is

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This is growing on me: