Means yelling at your kids at the breakfast table that they’re going to be late for school. Which is in the parlor.
Means waking up your spouse early for IT support on the laptops to make sure the in-house security doesn’t block the 400 different learning platforms required for each child. Making them late for work. Which is in the basement.
Means the dog is pissed off that his walk is delayed because attendance is during his normal walk time. Hiding shoes so he doesn’t chew them to show his displeasure.
Wondering why the schools bothered to send home the Chromebooks for everyone if they didn’t bother to also send the headphones, sending you scrambling for the gaming headsets and hope they fit smaller noggins.
Being told by every school employee that attendance is mandatory by 8 in the posted zoom link. But the zoom link is never posted.
Listening to one of your children bitch they’re at the small table with an uncomfortable chair, but its the only place/arrangement where you can see their screen after finding out too late in 2020 they spent most of the school year in chat rooms playing clicky games.
Also listening to that same child perform for the camera and finding over-sold laughter a trigger for murderous inclinations.
Living with the fact that your kid refuses to brush their hair for the camera, but letting it go because they’re at least wearing their uniform shirt. Pandemic Hair(tm) on a small is weirdly adorable.
Realizing that your back-to-the-gym schedule has been shelved. Again. Wondering if you got your money’s worth in 2021 since you won’t be in 2022.
Coming to terms that you are now chained to the dinning room table as a distance learning room monitor for the duration of this shut down.
Considering catching Omicron just for a week in quarantine.
Not liking the way you lumber across your child’s live feed like a dumpy hausfrau sasquatch, knowing that parent sightings are a way of life now. The teacher is just glad you’re trying to take an active part in the proceedings.
Hating Pandemic Homeschool Zoom Gym Class with a passion. Trust me. They run around this house enough to qualify as passing a Presidential Fitness Test.
Wondering if your high schoolers are actually having class or if they’re so short on staff, most of it is just study hall for not having anyone to teach.
Realizing it took five days into the new year to totally trash your vague “Do Something With My Life” New Year’s resolution.
Wondering if reheating the same cup of coffee a dozen times makes it bitter. Or if its just you.
