F, showing me a pose: It is not that impressive.
Wearing a mask is disgusting because you have to smell your own breath!
When I was in your belly I could hear Obama being president.
When I was a baby, there was a thornbush, and I didn't have my bday yet. Papi told me not to touch it, and I did and I got a thorn stuck in my hand. Along came a hornet and took it out with its stinger.
He is being brainwashed! L, do not look, this part is inappropriate for you!
F just said.
First day of online school for his four siblings. Lots of feelings.
All I want is no more fucking zoom.
I had 9 hours of class yesterday, 6 on zoom. During the 45th interruption, I began discussing piano practice versus going for a run with M. A few minutes in I heard my ethics professor say "Violeta, I think your mic is on." Mortifying.
The whole day is getting kids on zoom, snacks, food, garbage, try to read for class. Exercise? Try to talk to F, plan. Assignments due. Mine. Theirs. Paperwork for clinical. Freaking out about if I have corona. Fielding emails from elderly family members who think I am a doctor.
Breathe. We have food. And a house. And internet. This sucks but we are fortunate.
I am a nurse. Finally. I cannot believe it. I want to cry. For good and bad reasons.
Back to the grind!!
All of my kids speak and yell in their sleep. Last night F came to my bed and would NOT stop talking.
Among his comments:
I want cheese!
Down, T, down!
Farts do not kill you, they just smell.
F to T (dog) as he played with a sword that all the boys fight over: You are not going to break that on my watch. Oh no, buddy.
J to F: I am ruthless!
F to J: Yes, you are useless!
