And that’s the FOURTH letter of notification

Of two further positive COVID-19 cases in my kids’ school.

And round and round we go again πŸ€¦πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ

Fortunately (and I cannot believe I’m typing this) these individuals had been previously identified as close contacts of one of the preceding cases.

So no new infection right? Especially as they hadn’t been in school since they were notified.

Except that Massachussetts is running a fucking ludicrous “Test and Stay” programme which means if you remain symptom free after an exposure and agree to daily tests you get to stay in school.

Yup yet again I’m breaking out one of my favourite memes

So yet again my anxiety is spiking and I await the news on the test reports for my children – as they are tested every Monday..


No, they aren’t impressed by this. Especially #1 Son – he hates it. But they both understand why they have to do it.


But I have overcome one level of anxiety and have agreed to sign #1 Son up for Choir after school every Thursday from next week. This technically counts as an “out of school” extracurricular so we shall see how we go on this. I’m telling myself it’s only an extra 30 minutes – but it’s with the entire 4th and 5th grades. Or at least all those that want to sing – there’s no auditions. I can’t decide if this is a good thing or not.

Still they are only 9-10 years old so πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

But it’s still an additional level of exposure. I hope to God that they let the kids keep their masks on, else I will be yanking him out faster than you can say Jack Robinson.

After all, I do own Harley’s bat now…

Women’s Rights

I’m just going to say this:

Abortion. Is. Healthcare

That’s it. It’s basic healthcare for uterus owning individuals. No-one should be forced to carry a pregnancy to term if they don’t want to.

That’s it. End of.

I might not have a uterus anymore but this does not change my opinion.

According to a certain subset of humans out here, my hysterectomy means I’m no longer a woman. And that I’m certainly not supposed to have an opinion on this issue any more.

I have a daughter. A daughter who stands a non-zero chance of inheriting my medical conditions. As such she may:

  • Struggle to conceive.
  • Be in extreme physical pain.
  • A seriously increased risk of an ectopic pregnancy. Which could kill her.

And if we were living in Texas right now, would. Because Texas has banned abortions and all relevant drugs. You cannot seek an abortion in Texas beyond six weeks of pregnancy.

No. Exceptions.

That’s right. None.

  • Been raped? Nope.
  • Sexually assaulted in another way that resulted in pregnancy? Nope.
  • Victim of incest? Nope.
  • You will die if you continue the pregnancy? Nope.
  • Your baby has a condition that is incompatible with life? Nope.
  • Contraception failure? Nope.

No abortion for you.

But that’s OK right? I mean, you can give the baby up for adoption yes? Oh wait you mean there’s no additional services there?

OK, but there will be an additional commensurate increase in social programmes to support these mothers and babies yes?

Because it’s not about the baby. It’s about controlling and punishing women.

The lawmakers who created the bill have a stated publicly that Women should simply practice abstinence if they don’t want to get pregnant.

That’s right ladies – we should just keep our legs crossed.

Which, you know, won’t backfire on us at all will it now? That won’t increase risk of rape – by strangers or by someone we know at all right?

In case I wasn’t clear

I have an idea. If pregnancy is God’s will? So is erectile disfunction. So no abortion for people who need them? No Viagra for men who need it.

I’m done arguing about this.

There were marches today across the whole country. As I still have kiddos who are too young to get vaccinated, I couldn’t risk marching. But I’ve campaigned. I’ve supported. I’m keeping my information current.

The DOJ is actually suing Texas thankfully but this is the thin edge of the wedge. Other states agree. And the Supreme Court desperately wants to try and overturn Roe vs. Wade.

We cannot allow this to happen!

Because make no mistake. Banning abortion doesn’t stop abortion. It just prevents safe abortions.

Women. Will. Die.

And all those Republican men whose wives, mistresses and unwed teenagers (daughter’s or otherwise) will still be able to obtain them.

This is a disgusting piece of legislation designed to target and punish poor women and BIPOC women and other uterus possessors.

I’m angry and I firmly believe that we should all be.

My back yard contains an excavator

Me right now

And lacks a lot of other things. Such as:

  • A crappy 30+ year old chain link fence.
  • A giant overgrown pine tree.
  • A second tree that was growing through the fence.
  • Three really awful wooden planting boxes.
  • The Rose of Sharon (hibiscus) tree – I have a slight sad about this, but she couldn’t really be saved.
  • The full berry patch – which, as it turns out, contained a LOT of poison oak and poison ivy 😬😬😬.
  • The goddamn monkey fudging grape vines πŸŽŠπŸŽ‰πŸŽŠπŸŽ‰.
  • The pool deck – which, as it turns out was not based on anything. There was no structure, support or concrete underneath it at all.
  • No more hog weed or haunted bamboo!
  • The chipmunks and *skunks are almost certainly fully evicted as they were living in the pine tree and berry patch respectively.
  • The hideous side of the house which was, quite frankly, dangerous has now been ripped out. They did discover an awful retaining wall that has just been made of poured concrete and shale stucco**. That’s going to add another $3000+ to the bill, as it needs to be dealt with else all our new work could be destroyed. Repair work will buy us 3-5 years before it needs to be replaced so πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ.

*Yes. Skunks. I have seen them wombling through a few times, and a week or so ago I spotted two Cavorting in the neighbours garden.

Are they fighting? Who knows?
Yes it’s hard to see them – it’s dark!

**It’s cracked to pieces, full of holes and has a bloody triffid living in it.


The front is a separate part of the same main job. They have:

  • Ripped out all the bushes.
  • Grass all dug out – will be installing new sod*

They will be:

  • Installing a new kerb.
  • **Installing an underground drain.

*The back yard is simply going to be grass seeded rather than sod, in order to save some $$$$


**Both of these projects will, in theory, deal with the major flooding issues in our basement – or at any rate a decent part of them. We will still look to install a sump pump. Hopefully next year.


There’s other things happening too. It does turn out that the neighbour’s grandkids had occasionally developed signs of poison ivy/oak and they hadn’t been able to work out from where as there’s none in their yard. I apologised of course, but as I’ve witnessed said (teenage) grandchildren crashing over our fence into the berry patch with very little regard for my property? I don’t feel too guilty and their grandma said pretty much the same thing!


Obviously if it had been the little ones I would be far more concerned! I’m not a monster!


So yes, this year’s major house project is the backyard.

We are attempting to budget one project per year. Last year we had to get the chimney done. Then the A/C happened. Then the plumbing disaster. So this is the first time we’ve been in a position to choose what we do.

House ownership of something that is 120+ years old is… Fun 😬😬😬

Another Positive Case

That’s two in the school since the start of the year. Which may not sound like a whole lot, but the first one was Day 2 and was a staff member!!!

This next one is in #1 Son’s grade!


Though fortunately not in his class!


And so round and round we go again. I’ve told both kiddos and reinforced my masking rules again. Fortunately they are part of the pooled testing programme so get tested every Monday morning anyway but it does not help my anxiety.

Literally me right now

I simply feel like we are just waiting for it to hit again. And please allow me to explain just what it is I fear – exactly.

It’s not that I’ll lose my kids. Statistically I’m aware that’s improbable. They’ve had a version of the virus before. Though over 8 months ago and not Delta.

It’s the long term effects on their health and overall well being I’m terrified for.

For example, #1 Son still has his cough. And there’s little data on long hauler syndrome in children. But we’ve seen the effects on previously star athletes and similar.

Forgive me for not wanting that for my children.

So just at the point I was beginning to contemplate relaxing my grip on my anxiety, the midden has hit the windmill again.

However tomorrow I will probably begin discussions on one of the highlights of my year:

Fat Bear Week ❀️❀️❀️❀️

Oh where oh where to begin

I disappeared. I know I did. I’m aware. The Instagram kept me on the social media radar, as has The TikTok to a lesser extent.


Though my work there is veering more into feminist/political content far more than I ever intended this blog to do.


I also completely hate, and I mean truly loathe and despise the new WordPress interface. I used to simply compose posts on my phone, add gifs and photos practically instantly, then post up. Now? I can’t do it. And with everything that has gone down in the last 20+ months? I just didn’t have the head space for it at all.

Now? I need something more to focus on. There’s been so much anxiety and fear, and despair and depression. I’m coping – I have kids, I have to cope – but the Black Dog is definitely nipping at my heels, and in a way that isn’t usual for me.

I usually simply shut down. Climb into my box without even being aware that it’s what I’m doing, but right now, it’s sheer exhaustion. On a weekday I am crashing out regularly for a minimum of an hour, sometimes two, long nap. Usually after the afternoon school run, but not exclusively. Today it was after – from 2:50ish til about 4:20ish. I can’t help it – I try so hard to keep my eyes open, but it just… stops. And although I am walking to and from the Elementary school twice a day most days (on rainy/stormy days the hus-creature tends to take pity on us and agrees to take the car) it’s only a 40 minute walk in total, and we are already speeding up.

It is uphill in both directions though – and yes that is possible πŸ₯ΊπŸ™„πŸ₯ΊπŸ™„

So, let’s divide this post up into some things of note that have occurred since I was last here. The first obvious one would be:

School:

Yessiree Bob, both kiddos are now proud Winthrop Wild Cats. And while I can’t believe that #1 Son is now in Fourth Grade, I find it even harder to credit that TT is now a KINDERGARTENER.

First Day of 4th Grade ❀️❀️❀️
First Day of Kindergarten πŸ™€πŸ˜­πŸ™€πŸ˜­
I couldn’t resist the tshirts for their respective first days πŸ€£πŸ˜‚
So grown up 😭😭😭

Those of you who followed me purely on the Book of Faces know that #1 Son basically rocked out Third Grade entirely remotely. We did an entire full school year via Zoom and associated technological processes. And for a kiddo with ADHD and related issues? I truly, truly, could not be more proud of him. He met his academic expectations in 99% of all subjects and areas within them. And the areas he didn’t? I truly don’t remember where those are.

And he learned to play the violin entirely remotely. And the kid has TALENT he really does! He’s agreed to keep it as his ‘in-school extra curricular activity’ for this year, so watch this space to see how that goes. I can’t wait to see how his skill expands with proper 1:1 in-person learning. There’s serious musical talent on his dad’s side of the family, so I know it’s not just the usual parental bias of ‘oh, my kid is just amazing’ – begone Roald Dahl, thou hast no power here!

He even had his first recital ❀️

TT? Well her last year home with me was not what I had planned. I mean, she shared me with her brother – he was around 100% of the time. And he was her only source of social interaction for 95% of the time. We kept her in her Dance Class, but that was remote for most of 2020 and early 2021. The girl has suffered. She has always been my social butterfly and this has become more and more painfully obvious since the start of school.

She runs in every day – she doesn’t even glance back. In fact, 3 days out of 5 she tells us both very specifically:

Mommy/Daddy don’t follow me in!

TT – aged 5

I mean, we get a hug and a “see you after school” but she’s completely independent!

For any of the audience who remembers the year that was #1 Son’s adventures in Kindergarten it already couldn’t be more different. I mean, she’s sassed the Superintendent (Day 1) and the Principal (Day -1 – the week before school started!) but honestly? She’s happy. She’s learning and she’s thriving.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve already had to sign and return a “home – school behaviour form”, but it’s still so much better overall.

It’s not what I wanted for her, it’s not. I fully expected the complete William Wallace effect.

Literal footage of me…

Instead, I’m stuck on the side lines, praying (to a God I don’t believe in – don’t @ me) that masks, hand washing/sanitizer, social distancing (of only 3ft), assigned seating and eating outside (weather permitting) is enough to keep them both safe. But what else can I do? Massachusetts beloved Governor has decreed that schools are safe. That the virus will, of course, respect all of the rules laid out above, and of course will take weekends off.


Believe me, I’ve seen the back of my own skull so many times since the option of remote learning was taken off the table for the 2021/22 School Year.


But what else is open to me beyond de-registering them then attempting to homeschool them both? By myself. With no classroom support. I mean, I did manage to teach TT to both read and write her letters, the short version of her name, and read 1,000 books before Kindergarten.

All 1,000 recorded ❀️
Her sticker ❀️❀️❀️

But that’s basic skills only. Social Studies? Science? Art? Music? Digital Literacy? I can’t do those. So, I take all the precautions I can, and pray. And count down the days until the end of the school year πŸ€¬πŸ˜¬πŸ€¦πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ

And believe me, my own rules? Draconian compared to those of the District.

  • Masks are worn at all times – NO mask breaks.
  • This includes eating – they raise the mask, take a bite/sip, then lower it, chew and swallow.
  • We wear our masks on the walks to and from school – I am allowing us all to not have to wear them whilst schlepping up the big hill on the way home.
  • If anyone tries to tell them they don’t need to wear them? I’ve told them to tell them that “these are our family rules and my mom says I have to.” And then to tell me, whereupon I will rain true hellfire and damnation down. I have already sent multiple emails to the school over lack of rule enforcement and policy weakness. I do not give a flying fuck what they think of me – I am keeping my children safe. Every other person can fuck right off.

In case it wasn’t obvious? I AM TIRED. So tired. Once my kiddos are fully vaccinated, I will have nothing left.


And that is looking like being possible from October (plus 5 weeks to full vaccination status)


For every other utter moron who wants to claim their Darwin/Herman Caine Award? Please do so. I’m done arguing with you. Get the vaccine or don’t. I no longer care. But you are not taking my family with you. And if you are unvaccinated? You are not coming into my house. End of. I’m not even thinking about boosters yet – though as I am J&J I am desperate for one – but no needle? No visit. I’m not even joking.

This segues me in a little to the topic of:

Homework:

Yep, as of next week they both have the dreaded homework.

TT’s is, fortunately, currently nothing more than reading for 20 minutes a day. Which can be in numerous formats:

  • Reading with someone
  • Having someone read to them.
  • Audiobooks
  • Closed captions on streamed programmes – which I have as standard on all my own accounts anyway.

So she has a 5-10 minute bedtime story every night, so adding in additional minutes shouldn’t be too difficult right?

Well, what about #1 Son?

Well, the expectation for homework is: Grade level times 10 for number of minutes. A night. So, for him that’s 40 minutes a night. For a child with ADHD. Oh deep joy. At least it’s being divided into 20 minutes Math – which is a major area of strength for him, and 20 minutes reading. Which again, everything listed above counts, plus:

  • Reading aloud
  • Reading silently (in his own head)

Now, as I have zero desire to play the ‘let me test you on what you’ve read’ game, option two is out. However has anyone else spotted what I have?

He can read aloud to his sister for 20 minutes, and that covers BOTH of their reading homework.

And yes, I checked with his teacher, reading books at her level rather than his own will count. Especially if he does the voices. Which he does. She’s already noticed that, and she finds it just as adorable as I do!

So he started that tonight and it seems to be acceptable for both of them… For now 😬😬😬

I was going to write more, but I’m hitting a wall, so dear audience?

Γ€ bientΓ΄t mes amies. Γ€ toute Γ  l’heure!

Let me tell you about my day

I finally managed to get my retest for the COVIDs today after trying for three days straight.

We arrived at 12:45, the testing centre didn’t even open until 14:00, but if we had arrived even five minutes later? We wouldn’t have gotten in!!!

I would be a lot less salty if I wasn’t convinced that the majority of those people waiting ahead of us in the queue weren’t trying for last-ditch tests to allow them to leave the state for Christmas trips.

We were then waiting in the car, all of us, for four hours! The kids did really well overall. I did have to pull #1 Son out of school early to do it, which annoys me, but there’s only 2.5 days in total this week, so it could be worse.

Unfortunately, that time in the car really did a number on the hus-creature’s back. It took him over 10 minutes to get out of the car into the house when we got back. It was serious enough that when I caught him trying to bring in some of the packages that had been delivered in our absence? He got the full on Mom Voice.

To the extent that #1 Son asked me:

Mom? What did dad do to get that?

Now we wait. I’m in the unenviable position of wishing for a positive test so that there is an end date to the first part of this nightmare.

  • Hus-creature – December 21st
  • #1 Son – December 25th
  • TT – December 27th

In theory my dates match with #1 Son’s, but without the confirmation of the positive test, I’m merely what they consider a “presumed positive” which is complicated and irritating.

The cat was not impressed with how long we were gone – and we are fairly sure she has contracted it too so she’s not overly impressed with us anyway.

But we snuggled down for a cuddle which is unusual, as the hus-creature is her preferred human.

And to top it off? Tonight is December 21st, the Winter Solstice, the shortest night of the year. There is also a Great Conjunction.

Because of course there is a Great Conjunction in 2020.

And that’s #1 Son positive

Positive for COVID.

He’s eight.

EIGHT

I hate everyone and everything that conspired towards this.

TT is starting to show some symptoms and I’ve been showing some of them since Tuesday/Wednesday.

We can’t be certain until we get our results, but according to the school nurse who is acting as our liaison, positives take longer to return than negatives.

The hus-creature can come out of isolation if we have more infestation in the main house so I’ll/he’ll confirm that tomorrow and he can come back and join us. Which is good because I’m getting more tired by the day and could do with the rest without worrying about the kiddos being completely unsupervised.

In slightly nicer news #1 Son had a snow day today, but obviously I can’t let them play outside in it.

So please, please wear the goddamn fucking masks dear audience. Because this sucks.

Well this sucks

It fucking sucks.

Donkey balls at that.

Because yesterday. December 13th 2020?

The hus-creature tested positive for COVID-19.

Yep. It’s here. It’s in the house. Yes he’s isolated – thank the gods for a basement granny flat with our old bed in it. His symptoms are, at the moment comparatively mild.

He isolates for 10 days then, as long as the symptoms are gone? He can rejoin the rest of us.

As for us? Well, we are under quarantine for 14 days. Today being Day 1. Unless anyone else shows symptoms – which resets the 14-day clock. Also at that point said hus-creature may as well come out of the bloody basement because the kiddos can’t be left unsupervised.

So now begins the over analysis of every little cough, snort or sneeze. Couple with daily temperature checks. Which tell us nothing because while with us the hus-creature’s temperature was normal.

The kids are handling this like troopers. Thank all the gods we were already remote schooling, and TT can do dance by Zoom but I’m angry.

Don’t get me wrong, I was devastated all day yesterday when we got the news but now? ANGRY.

Sheer She-Hulk levels of rage. I hate every single fucker who did not and will not wear a mask. I’m way beyond my usual benign levels of cursing. I want them all to know what we are going through.

I wish no-one death. I wish no-one hospitalised. But I want them to know this fear. I want them to know this worry.

Because it’s their fault. Every. Single. Anti-mask. Fucker. Caused. This.

And I hate them. I loathe and despise them.

But I still want their families spared.

Wear the fucking masks people. It’s not hard and you could spare someone pain, fear and anguish.

T’is the season to be jolly

🎡🎢Fa la la la la🎢🎡

Etc etc. Truth to tell dearest audience I am not actually feeling all that festive. Quelle surprise!

However, it is Advent and calendars abound. This year we played it safe and just got the kiddos Reeses ones.


Ye cannae go wrong with peanut butter and chocolate after all.

But I decided to think outside the box a bit for myself and the hus-creature.

Now, obviously I got myself a yarn advent calendar. I’ve done that for the last three years. However due to Brexit and COVID shenanigans my usual supplier was unable to make one.

So I have branched out and purchased one from The Dye Shack – yes they are based in the UK. I have zero problems paying the extra shipping fees. I’m all about helping small businesses generally.

But I like having an edible one too. So, I purchased a Breakfast blends tea one God myself, and a hot chocolate one for the hus-creature from Yawn Brew

Now, I don’t like “fancy tea” as a rule, so I didn’t buy one last year because they were only doing Christmas tea blends and bleh. So when I saw this one I got really excited. However they have still snuck in a couple of Earl Grey and green tea blends so I’m sceptical of those claims.

However, there’s twelve separate blends, each enough for two cups, and each spread over the 24 days.

So. I’ve decided to put together – in a separate and ongoing post – a review of each blend.

I only decided this today, three days in, but as they are duplicated and it’s not Day 12 we should be fine πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

PARTY IN THE USA!!!!

OK on the face of it, today’s election result is amazing!!

Trump is no longer president of the USA from 21 January 2021.

Do you know something dear audience? I was today years old when I found out:

Donald Trump humped the American flag.

Allow me to repeat that.

He. Humped. The. American. Flag.


Apparently this was to demonstrate his love of America.


Nah dude – you demonstrated you were and are willing to fuck America. And he did. And he will until January 2021.

We aren’t out of the woods yet people

But, we are on the way. If we can pull together. But today’s speeches from the President-Elect and the Vice President-Elect don’t yet inspire full confidence.

Democrats have a tendency to “extend the hand of friendship” to the Republicans.

YOU CANNOT DO THAT THIS TIME OKAY

No amount of “hug a Nazi” crap will make up for what has been happening here. We had literal Hilter 2.0 in the White House.

The GOP has demonstrated that they will do anything to take away rights that we are confident won’t be:

  • Right to abortion
  • Right to vote
  • Right to live
  • Right to love who we want – LGBTQ+

Yes, we need to come together. Yes we need to heal. But we cannot, must not, forget this. We cannot rug sweep the last four years.

They are our shame and we must learn from it.

We cannot just sit back and sigh with relief. The fight continues.

For Ruth Bader Ginsburg. For John Lewis. I would like it very much if at the next election if it’s not a choice between: Old White Dude 1 and Old White Dude 2.

Ok. This needs to change.

But for now. I leave you with the first new Biden meme: