Quarantine Day 12: Rando Bits

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If it wasn’t for the fact that I have the worst cold I’ve ever had in ten years (!!) (just a stupid fatal-attraction-level sinus infection and NOT covid-19, don’t worry) and the fact that I have anxiety, I would say this quarantine has been good for me. I love staying home and I have more time than ever to be creative. I didn’t think I was an introvert but maybe I am! I’m cooking, I’m cleaning, I’m mom-ing, I’m making things! I even pulled out the sewing machine which I’ve been dreaming of for years! I’m actually pretty low-level happy. That is until I start worrying about how many people are dying, my parents and whether or not this is the end of the world. You know, just your normal 3 am freak-out stuff.

It’s actually been really cool having the kids home all day long. I can be my old helicopter parent self and not feel guilty about not letting them go out ever. They don’t seem to mind. Their faces are permanently glued to their computers, playing Minecraft or actually doing school work. I hardly hear a peep out of them unless they need food. And since I miss them so much I’m happy to play short-order cook. My kids are spoiled rotten. But you knew that already.

We do insist they sit down to dinner with us and even though they roll their eyes I think they like it too. There are some lively discussions that go down.

Bug and I have taken a few walks together which is really nice. I’m loving the corona-swerve since I never really like interaction with other people when I’m walking the dogs anyway because Whiskey is the super-hyper-attack-everyone terrier that he is. I told you the quarantine is sitting well with me. Weird, right? Though I do miss a good coffee date.

There is a new Starbucks around the corner from us and it opened up this week. I spied it while I was out walking the dogs early this morning and the minute I got home Bug and I rushed off to visit it like a long lost friend. I never thought I’d be so happy to see a drive-thru.

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One of you asked how Bug and I are I’m dealing with our anxiety. Bug has decided that “anxiety” doesn’t exist. I think her dad is rubbing off on her and she’s in the I-can-fix-myself-just-fine, you-wusses stage. It’s actually a blessing because I don’t think I could deal with her going through what she went through in second grade all over again. The endless questions, the dry-heaving, the worry circles. You all remember what we went through. The doctor said that she will always have anxiety but that it will come and go. So I think it’s just on the go side which is great. And I’m sure she has matured a lot and uses a lot of her own coping mechanisms.

Me, on the other hand. Well, I’m medicated so that really helps. Like a TON. Whenever I feel myself starting to freak out I just remind myself of my upcoming doctor’s appointment and store whatever worry I’m obsessing about in a mental box to talk to my doctor about. I LOVE my doctor. She is so nice and she always makes me feel like I’m normal.

Am I worried that I won’t be able to see her during this quarantine? Yes, of course. But I know she will do her best because she’s always worried that her patients are going to commit suicide if she isn’t there for them. I don’t need her that bad but she always tells me to call her immediately if I ever get worse. I never have called her so I feel pretty good. But then I worry that the government is going to fail and I won’t be able to have insurance anymore and we’ll all live in poverty and I’ll have to go cold turkey on my meds and live in a cardboard box in an alley somewhere getting gangrene but then I remind myself that my brain likes to tell me lies so I shut that up and think about something happy instead.

Like postcards! I haven’t really made any kind of formal quarantine journal but little things like blog posts, instagrams and postcards tell the story. I doubt anthropologists will ever thank me for all the documenting I do but I like to imagine they do. What a gold mine of information I would be if there weren’t all the other social media megastars that there already are.

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In other bits: gardening! Spring is here and I am pottering around my plants in the house and my pots and planters outside happily. I’m growing mung bean sprouts for my cat who likes to eat the house plants and throw up. They are growing fast enough and she keeps eating Bug’s spider plant.

Bug is so funny, she’s named the plants in her room in zones: Her rubber plant and pathos are “The Tropics.”  Her fern and ivy are “The Northern Coastal” and her spider plant is “The Grasslands.” Apparently, Kady likes to visit the The Grasslands like the tiger that she is.

I don’t know why I put that photo of brown sugar up there. Maybe because I love a good circle shot and I wanted to share that I put a teaspoon of brown sugar in my coffee every day with my magic spice mix. It’s delicious. You know what is funny? I am still losing weight even with that teaspoon of sugar a day. I do eat a slice of peanut butter toast for breakfast and I usually have a glass of wine every night but cutting out carbs and not going to restaurants seems to be the magic cure to my weight problem. Who knew! Everyone else is complaining that quarantine is making them gain weight. Not me!

Next up is my sanitation station. I love the sound of that. I’m thinking I should make it into a shrine or ofrenda of some sort. I mean, if it is going to live there by the front door it might as well look cute, right? Right now it looks pretty pathetic. I’m thinking something cute. Maybe there is a saint who is in charge of cleaning? A portrait of Zita, the patron saint of house-cleaning?

Masks! They are for fashion! I know, I’m probably going to get in trouble for saying that but since I can’t really mass-produce masks (I can only make about two a day after I get done with my day job) I’m mostly just making them for friends and family. And if I’m making them for friends and family I might as well make them cute, right? So far I’ve only dug around my fabric stash but I have day-dreams of creating masks that have facial expressions on them and maybe a baby shark for the little boy who loves baby shark so much. Wouldn’t that be cute?

You might know that I am a HUGE fan of Project Runway. It’s my favorite show. And yes, I watch all the spin-offs and project-runway-wannabe shows too. They are all good. I think I missed my calling when I passed up going to FIDM right out of high school. Can you imagine me as a fashion designer? I know I’m not the most fashionable person but I dream about it all the time. So when Christian Siriano started making plain white masks (and not designer masks that would be fought over for sure) I swooned. What a hero!

Next is a pathetic picture of Whiskey. You’d think he’s a poor neglected puppy the way he mopes around. Not the dog that gets peanut butter twice a day with his allergy medicine and the dog that gets walked regularly and pet all day long. He’s just playing on your emotions folks, nothing to see here.

Speaking of short-order cook, I can make a mean sandwich! Just ask Bug. Payam would agree too but we aren’t allowed to have bread anymore so we just wist from afar. I’d also like to note my sliced hand from making soap. It is a beeyotch. So not helpful when obsessively hand-washing.

Lastly, I give you a shot of my African violet being all pretty in my kitchen window. It’s the little things that keep me sane.

How are you coping?

 

 

The Bed Fairy’s Secret Bedspread Hack

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This is how my kid makes her bed.

This is an improvement from last year where she didn’t even attempt to make it at all. This is technically “made” because the covers are pulled up generally towards the pillow instead of strewn all over the bed, half on and half off. This improvement can be credited to a chore chart and a steady allowance with the threat of docking that allowance if she misses a day. It works pretty well.

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But seriously, this is how she makes the bed.

It drives me crazy. I can’t even really harp on her about it either because her bed is pushed up against the wall (to accommodate her incredibly small room) and it’s really a pain in the neck to pull the mattress away from the wall, re-tuck the bedspread and then push the bed back against the wall every day.

Often the Bed Fairy (aka me) does this for her (because the messiness drives me bananas). When she comes home and it’s all magically put back together we all exclaim over how amazing the Bed Fairy is. Everybody loves the Bed Fairy.

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Well, the fed-up Bed Fairy came up with a plan. What if I sewed a sheet to the ever-escaping bedspread and then I inserted that sheet in between the box springs and the mattress like a bed sandwich.  Then no matter how much she tossed and turned in the night it would be really tough for the bedspread pull away and untuck. Brilliant idea, right?!!

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So I did! I found an old sheet and sewed it right onto the bedspread without a lick of guilt. Done and done!  Man, I’m glad I learned how to sew when I was fourteen. That reminds me, I need to get on that and teach my girls how to sew. Such a useful skill.

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Then I took her bed apart like the super woman that I am and inserted the new sheet-attached bedspread.

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It was difficult but the Bed Fairy has to do what the Bed Fairy has to do… Then I put her bed back together and:

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Presto Change-o! Look at that perfection! It worked!

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“Thanks Mom! I mean, Bed Fairy. You’re the best!”