We’re sucking at this stay-at-home stuff. In no way are we living our best lives over here. We haven’t cleaned any closets. Our house is messier than ever. We haven’t baked any bread and we certainly aren’t making any sourdough starter (WTF is that, anyway???).
The house is a freaking disaster. I can’t keep up with the messes of four people home ALL. DAY. EVERY. DAY. I washed the shower today and there was orange stuff growing on the tile. I told myself it was paint. I’m lying to myself about fungus now.
We’ve stopped folding laundry. Everyone just has to forage in the baskets for their clean underwear (if they’re lucky enough to have any clean underwear).
Our family bonding is subpar. We aren’t watching very many family movies, and the ones we have watched have been totally inappropriate (I’m sorry, who can remember sex scenes from ’80s movies???). We haven’t played a single family board game. At night the kids retreat to their iPads and video games rather than sit around with us and roast s’mores.
My son has spent so much time playing Fortnite that I actually asked him if he’s good enough to start earning money from it. I mean, if he isn’t going to pass 5th grade, we gotta have a Plan B.
The weekdays are a disaster. Gabe and I are trying our best to work while managing the kids’ homeschooling. Our kids are late for every single Zoom class, if they even manage to make it at all.
We fight all the time. Being cooped up is really getting to us. We had a family meeting to talk about how we can stop fighting and fought throughout the whole thing.
The dog ate our dinner last night and then barfed it up all over a bunch of white surfaces–the white bathmat, the white area rug (don’t ask, my daughter begged for it), the white dog bed.
We did try to grow a garden. It died.
So if you aren’t living you best life, if your family isn’t thriving right now, please know you aren’t alone. The Dalporto sh*tshow is right there with you. Messier. Crankier. And with zero homemade bread.