I was going to write a post filled with self-pity about how all of the fun I had planned for Camp Mommy could no longer happen. Actually, I did write it. But I just deleted it.
Because we are still okay, and every day that this remains true is a gift, a lucky break, and whining about not being able to go to the zoo seems a little bit inappropriate and a little bit gross.
Yes. There is COVID in this house. All 3 kids tested positive on Monday (yep, 3 out of 3. It felt oddly . . . symmetric receiving positive result after positive result). Josh and I were initially negative but have second tests pending. And so far, we are all okay. No scary symptoms. The kids have been largely asymptomatic. If we hadn’t known about our exposure, I never would have thought to test them. Seeing this unfold in real time has me truly understanding how this disease spreads. It’s NOT Ebola; that’s part of the problem. Some people can walk around with it and spread it and you would never know.
Our initial sick contact is doing okay, though they were symptomatic (but not critically ill). I do not know the direction of transmission or where the kids got it (or who got it first). COVID is scary and has harmed so many. But so far, we are lucky. I truly hope our luck continues.
So, yeah. Camp Mommy is not going to be the same. We are not going anywhere. We are not going to have outdoor playdates. Things will be different for a bit. But we are so far doing okay, and that’s all that matters.
To those wondering if we have masked/distanced from the kids – no. We briefly considered wearing masks in the house (mostly Josh, who had not been as exposed initially) but then just felt it was futile and probably way too late. Hoping that perhaps the vaccine dose we each got might be a bit protective even early on.
More to come; back to the goals series tomorrow. Have to keep focusing on other things while we wait. One day at a time . . .