drive past, I can see it's not making much of a difference. I follow how the numbers are doing and how my community is reacting, not because I'm judging, but because as a mom,— I mean school-school, the kind with a bus and a building that goes from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. — as soon as it's safe.
Right now, I'm looking at a pile of laundry so high, I could start taking bets as to when it will keel over. Before COVID-19, my children were occupied at their places of learning, and I'd be able take a break to pour a glass of orange juice and enjoy it on the patio of my tidy home. Instead, I poured my glass of juice, put the container back in the fridge, and got called away to handle some dispute — and returned five minutes later to find it left out on the counter by someone else.