Well, it is a new year and a new semester of second grade, but the same old distance learning shit show.

I had hoped my book would be irrelevant by now. Sadly, it is not.

We are still running a marathon with no hint of a finish line. I guess we are long past the standard marathon and are somewhere in the zone of a “ultra crazy mega infinite marathon.”

Oddly enough, my spirits are fine. I’m used to the abomination that is distance learning now. I sometimes get confused why I do not have more time to get things done. Then I remember: distance learning. I get interrupted by Pippa’s distance learning issues so much, it’s a wonder I even have time to shower.

Actually, I have not had a chance to shower yet today.

When I start to feel exasperated with my inability to finish my To Do list, I have to take a deep breath and remind myself, This is crazy tough and insane. This is demanding and emotional and draining. This is a total fuck.

I think about the day when both my kids are back in school full time. When will that be? Next fall? 2022? I do not know when that sweet day will arrive, but when it does, my life will seem so easy compared to the present fiasco. I will have oodles and oodles of time to declutter the house, revise my novel, and exercise. Hell, I might even take a painting class.

Distance learning is motherhood boot camp. When this is over, I’ll have some bitching abs.

Or at least a better appreciation of my free time.