Even if we weren’t in a global pandemic (though people in my state of Georgia are beginning to act like everything is hunky-dory), I would still dread today, which is the official beginning of summer break for my children. The weeks leading up to the end of school were strange and not terribly productive. My children’s’ teachers did what they could; they held Zoom sessions, assigned virtual class and homework, and tried to maintain a sense of class and school unity. It didn’t work well, so I’m writing off pretty much everything after Spring Break. Who knows what it will look like this fall? I hope they go back to their actual school building because remote learning is far from successful, and much more it it will drive me further into crisis mode.
What am I saying? It’s going to be crisis mode for the next few months, if not beyond that. We’re still practicing social distancing and mostly sheltering at home. I walk my dog, go donate plasma, and go to the grocery store. That’s it. My wife works from home and will continue doing so through some time in June. And my children, while they have no school work, have to do something besides play video games and argue. We might be able to build some kind of schedule that involves things other than games and the TV, but God in heaven, they can’t go more than thirty seconds without fighting. I’m so sick of hearing them blame each other, yell at each other (especially my nine-year-old son, who’s scream is capable of hitting a pitch that I swear will one day cause me to have a stroke). My thirteen-year-old son isn’t much better. He’s the instigator 99% of the time, but then he says, “Oh, I didn’t do anything. He’s lying.” They’re both liars, and I want to dash my head against my desk just typing this.
On time of it being summer break with my children stuck at home with me and the temperature soon to feel like it’s 1,000 degrees outside (and don’t forget hurricane season! Maybe we’ll have the joy of evacuating again), I’m losing hours at work. I teach English online to Chinese people, and I have zero classes this morning. I barely make any money teaching online as it is, so it’s quite noticeable when I lose classes. It’s not just me; other teachers I talk to in a FB group say the same thing. So I’m back to looking for other online jobs…me and about a million people. Ugh.
These next few months are going to be awful. Oh, and we’re still not back in our house following the fire last June. When will we return? Who the hell knows? When we do, at least we’ll have things to occupy our time.
I feel worse than before I began typing this. Fantastic. Goodbye.