I haven’t written much about covid lately. Back when the blog was new (and the pandemic was new), I feel like I wrote about it all the time.
I am just so over it, I can barely stand to talk about it, much less write about it.
I am just so tired of covid.
I am tired of the debates.
I am tired of hearing about case numbers- up, down, whatever. I don’t care. I don’t want to hear about it.
I am tired of school being affected by covid. This is the third school year now. When covid started, Ethan was in 5th grade. Now he is a 7th grader.
I am tired of hearing about cases in people we know. It’s not that I don’t care about them. I do, very much. But I’m just tired of this even being a “thing”. I’m tired of everyone trying to figure out if they were a “close contact”. At this point, can’t we just assume covid is everywhere?
I am tired of making covid related decisions. What is okay for the kids to do? How many people are too many? How do we balance “risk” with other needs (like social life and mental health for developing kids)? Also at this point, I feel like going crazy trying to “avoid” covid is like trying to avoid smoke at a bonfire. I cannot even count how many times I’ve had the stomach flu, cold viruses, etc over the years, so I’m pretty sure I’m not going to magically escape covid for the rest of eternity. Doesn’t seem like it’s going anywhere anytime soon…. (not that I want to get it, at all! Obviously. I just feel like it’s worth being realistic about my odds.)
I am tired of people judging each other. Either people are too relaxed. Too strict. Too worried. Not worried enough. Too this. Too that.
I am tired of wearing a mask. Used to it, okay with it- yes. Like it? No.
I am tired of life just feeling “weird”. Yes, things are open again and life has resumed, mostly. But the world is still very, very much dealing with a pandemic.
I am tired (and very sad) about people we personally know who have died or been ill with covid.
I am tired of things being “ruined” for people…like all the highschoolers in our town last week who were trying to have an “outdoor” homecoming dance on the football field. But then it started to thunderstorm barely 30 minutes into it, and they all had to go home, in their fancy dresses. So, no homecoming dance. Again.
I am tired of things like the phrase “because, you know, covid” when people describe why something/ an event/ whatever has to be done in some weird way to accommodate covid precautions.
I’m tired of graphs, charts, and trends.
I am tired of hearing news anchors talk about covid. And all the constant stories about covid. And the email updates about covid from work. And school.
I am tired of there being an effective vaccine to prevent serious illness from covid, yet many people who could safely receive it, won’t.
I am tired of some lingering “covid precautions” that at this point in the pandemic don’t even make any sense. (Like random services or things that are “closed” due to the pandemic, despite everything else being open anyway….sometimes it just doesn’t make any practical sense. Or like not being able squeeze your own ketchup out of a bottle at a restaurant….I’ll take my chances, please give me a ketchup bottle.)
I am tired of not being able to confidently make certain future travel plans, because I still don’t entirely know what the world will look like, especially internationally, in 6 months, 12 month or 18 months.
I am tired of the underlying “feeling” of unease with just everything. The constant uncertainty.
I guess that’s everything that comes to mind right now.
(Back to my regularly programmed positivity tomorrow! 🙂 )
I am grateful for Ivan and his brother (who also lives here) being able to fly to Mexico tonight! Usually Ivan goes at least once a year by himself to visit his family, but he hasn’t been able to go for almost a couple of years now. His parents are sooooo excited. Especially his Dad, who he hasn’t seen at all since the pandemic started.