The Socially Distant Life: Day 10.

While cooking supper tonight, my throat was hurting and my head hurt. I started to feel hot. So I automatically, ran to get the thermometer and check my temp. That’s the world we live in now. A world where I am constantly scared I am going to get a virus that will separate me from my son. If one of us gets sick, we won’t be together. And that is really scary. It’s the scariest thing I can say out loud. I didn’t have a fever, and my throat still hurts. I am catching a cold. We have been socially isolating which means getting the Coronaviris might not happen. But 11 days ago we were still living life. We were very cautious, but we were still doing things. That doesn’t stop the fear. I’m scared. I’m so freaking scared. I don’t know what would happen to my son if I got sick. I don’t know what would happen to us if he had to go to the hospital without me. I hate this.

And I don’t ever want to be all doom and gloom on my blog, but I also want to be honest about my feelings. I’m always scared.

I cry at least once a day.

But, I laugh more than I cry. My son and I laugh and joke. We have fun. Today, I was sitting outside watching my son play in the melting snow, and all I felt was happiness. I felt happy that the sun was shining and trying to keep us warm, and I was happy my puppy was enjoying the day while my son painted the fence with mud. We had a good day. We will continue to have good days. I will make sure of that.

Today, we didn’t turn on Anthony’s tablet until it was time for me to make supper. That’s a great day. He played by himself, and he played with me, he played outside, and we did a craft. We had a great day. I was scared, but we had a great day.