A Vac-cinating Week

Hey y’all!  This post is brought to you by me, of course, with news of good things to come.  This week alone, my husband, our daughter, and myself were finally able to receive our first doses of the Covid 19 vaccine.  Of course, my stress and anxiety levels have been up and down, like a rollercoaster lately, so in addition to having a needle stabbed into my upper right arm, I’m also menstrual.  Fun times.

It began with Monday afternoon, when my husband and I left with my mom to get our vaccine shots at our local Ingles grocery store.  We made a field trip out of it, with our daughter in tow.  She watched her mimi get her second shot, then watched her dad received his shot, and finally as I received mine.  The last time my husband was in such a public area was just before Covid struck our nation hard.  When masks became mandated, he didn’t leave the house except to walk with me.  Being in such a public place after so long having not been, he was struck shocked a little by the atmosphere. 

We waited until we were home so we wouldn’t have to wear our masks for the photo, but we’re halfway to full vaccination!

Being our daughter is only 16 years old, I had to schedule her in at our hospital.  On Thursday she received her first vaccine shot, in her upper left arm, and she did a fantastic job.   

I wanted to take her photo while she was getting her shot, she insisted on waiting until after. By the way, she really hates needles, but she’s halfway to full vaccination!

None of us have felt any side effects from getting our shots, except maybe a sore upper arm for a day. It’s going to feel strange when the times comes we don’t have to wear masks when in public. After more than a year of continuously keeping masks hand-washed and line-dried in every effort to keep us safe and healthy, it may be a while before I allow my guard down. I’ll carry a bottle of hand sanitizer with me for the rest of my life. I’ll be like Matteo on the Disney Channel show “Bunk’d”.

One thing I can definitely say about this past year, experiencing the pandemic, I have grown mentally, emotionally, and educationally. However, it is a story definitely meant for another time. Until then, I’ll close with a Happy Mother’s Day wish to all our mothers in the world. I hope y’all have a beautiful day!

A heart in mother nature.

Thanks for reading y’all!

Covid-19: Too Close To Home

Hey y’all. I said I would post again soon, but I did not anticipate posting quite this soon and so specifically on this topic. I’ve often written, sharing how we’re all faring while in quarantine. We’re doing this, we’re doing that, I’m rearranging, reorganizing; you’ve read it yourself. We’re doing everything we can to avoid contact. So far, so good.

While relaxing and watching television last night, I received a text from my bonus mom. She’s my ‘bonus mom’ because she was first, my friend, and with many passing years, she has become a strong mother figure in my life; kind of a role model to me. She’s always there when I need mothering advice. A simple text message away.

She was asking how we’re all doing. We haven’t seen her since Christmas Day when she did a drive by to pick up her Christmas Dinner from us. She stayed in her car while we; my husband, daughter, and myself, wore masks and put her dinner in the passenger’s seat and floorboard of her car. The process took all of 5-minutes at most. That’s the good news, that we’re doing fine. In her text message following, she was grateful to hear this. Then she told me, ‘I have Covid’. What? Ouch. Mom… No…

She thought she had a sinus infection, so she went to her doctor. While seeing her doctor, they tested her and she tested positive for the Covid virus. She has been so safe, but learning this makes every effort I have taken to keep my household safe, even if it meant angering select family members, worth the fight and sacrifice.

The holidays were not easy at the end of last year. Normally, we would have had my dad over for Thanksgiving dinner because my mom would have went to Florida to spend Thanksgiving with my brother. Instead, we did Thanksgiving food delivery. My husband and I spent the morning and afternoon cooking a big Thanksgiving dinner, then we put together plates for everyone; my dad, my mom, and our friends and neighbors in our neighborhood. When we delivered each plate, we wore masks and glasses, and immediately sanitized after. We did the same system for Christmas dinner. We really didn’t want to do things the way we did, but we had to bend with the pandemic and simply figure out a different way to share. At a distance. I know we aren’t the only people who came to this same conclusion. For example, Dr. Emily Thomas from Dr. Pol, as in ‘The Incredible Dr. Pol’. I follow Emily both on Twitter and through her and her husband’s blog. They concluded as well, it was and still is just too risky to spend the holidays with extended family members. Their kids were upset, select family members were upset, but they made their choice and stayed home where they are safe.

I’ll just be glad when it’s all over y’all. When vaccines have been administered to everyone, and we can all shake this Covid era, I will sleep so much better at night. Learning this from my mom last night, it kind of shook me, per say, on the inside. The good news is she is on the mend comfortably at home. If y’all would, add her to your praying thoughts for a good recovery. I’m praying for y’all as well.

In conclusion, as always, thanks y’all for reading. I’ll write again soon!