When I think of quarantine, I think of history–like a century or more in the past–not right now. Colonial America? Sure! The Plague (any one of them)? Absolutely! It’s a lot harder to think of ourselves as being in quarantine in today’s modern era with all of our technology and medical advancements, and yet, here we are: a world collectively pausing and trying to adjust to this new (hopefully temporary) normal. Looking at photos of major metropolitan areas and seeing ghost towns instead of is like something out of a dystopian horror film. Even Mongolia’s impressive efforts to prevent the virus from infiltrating haven’t worked. (Cases are still minimal overall, and the virus seems to remain contained to quarantine for the time being.)
All this to say we are in ongoing self-quarantine/stay-at-home here in the US. In March, we were potentially exposed to COVID-19 on a work trip, and we’ve more or less maintained that stay-at-home lifestyle since being in the clear. (Plus our state is under stay-at-home orders.) After speaking with county health officials both where we were and where we live now, we felt mostly assured that our risk of contracting the disease ourselves was low; however, considering how cavalierly some are still treating the virus, I’m sure we’re likely to be exposed again in the future. I hope not, but, it is what it is.
In many ways, life as a SAHM hasn’t changed much, although I no longer ferry the young ones to their few activities and our MOPS chapter is indefinitely on hold. A lot of life has gone virtual with video calls and meetings instead of in-person contact. We still hear our neighbors going about their days–lawns are in need of mowing after the long, wet winter, and our across the street neighbors’ livestock keep us apprised of their whereabouts–but otherwise, life is pretty quiet. I suspect if we were currently living in UB or in a large city here in the US, I would notice the social implications more. I know that many people are feeling this change deeply. There is a lot of fear of the unknown, a lot of loneliness, stress about continuing education at home, and there is a good deal of financial uncertainty as we’re told to stay home. For some, whose home lives weren’t rosy before the novel coronavirus blitzed across the globe, the above sentiments weigh even more heavily.
It’s a bizarre time to be alive.
For now, we’re hunkering down and taking it one day at a time. It’s been nice to have so much time together as a family. We’re fortunate to have a bit of a financial cushion to make up for not working, which certainly helps. The kids have especially enjoyed having Eric home. We are working on figuring out a daily schedule that works well for all of us where Eric and I can remain productive and the kids can have some consistency. It’s a work in progress.
What does your pandemic lifestyle look like?