Monday
Monday. Quarantine day 45…I think. It feels like day 68,532. I’ve been awake since 5am but lack the will to get out of bed. It’s now 7am and Isabelle has crawled under my covers. I kick the cat off of me and whisper in her ear “ready to get up?”. She is and we push the blankets aside. I used to get up early. I still have alarms set. But the hour comes and I ask myself why bother? It will all still be there in a few hours. So I try and try to sleep in. It just ends up feeling like wasted time. Bebo gets dressed while I put on gym clothes. She puts on whatever she feels like wearing. Sometimes it’s a fancy church dress. Sometimes it’s her Supergirl outfit. We go downstairs and start the coffee just as Ike is waking up. Iris is eating breakfast. “Can I have breakfast mom?” Bebo asks. I tell her I’ll get up Baby Ike first and they can eat toget...