One Room Schoolhouse.

As if my stress levels couldn't be high enough, let's make all kids have school at home.

Virtually.

I have begun to despise the word virtual. There is nothing real to me about virtual.

What is real, is that it sucks.

Sucks the life out of me, and my kids.

I have become the Principal of a one room schoolhouse.

Their eyes hurt they complain. Their ears are bothering them from their headphones. I complain my brain hurts from their complaints.

The constant complaints.

I feel like I am the Cruise Director on the Lido deck with patrons constantly coming to ask me questions, and the only answer I have on loop is, where are you supposed to be right now? I am sure it is not getting a snack.

Virtual gym, music, art.

The world has gone crazy and I am smack in the middle, just wondering what in the holy hell is going to hit me in this tornedo next?

It is like groundhog day, except sometimes we change our clothes.

What doesn't change is the fact I am slowly losing my sanity.

In fact I may try going into the other room to see if I left it in there.

Xoxo,

C.