And so it begins. . .
Sprat is home, Big T is home, and the hubbs and I are home. . . That’s a lot of adults in my house that want to do their own thing. The problem with that is, we are going to need to work together and respect each other through this mess. The boys are going to do a lot of growing up during this “pandemic.”
Sprat came into this world as we were preparing for the end of the world during the Y2K scare, he had just turned two when the World fell apart on September 11, 2001, and now he is in his Sophomore year of College and weathering the first “pandemic” since the flu of 1918. He is going to have such interesting stories for his grandchildren or therapist.
Let’s get back to the garden. . .
My husbands way of dealing with all things stressful is, gardening, working in the yard and cooking. The hubbs is outside right now prepping the garden. He is going to plant some celery this season, we have never tried growing celery. I think my hubby will make an amazing house husband; he cooks, cleans and even does laundry. I feel somewhat obsolete these days, like nobody really needs mom. The good news is my work does need me and I am working from home in the midst of this crisis.