What day is it? How long, exactly, have we been stuck indoors? I ask myself these questions every day, sometimes more than once.
I have mixed feelings about being stuck at home amidst the COVID-19 outbreak. For one thing, I hate working from home. Hate it. The root of this feeling can be summed up thusly: if you work from home, and you live at home, do you ever really leave work? It takes real discipline to actually walk away at the end of the day.
I also think about everyone else stuck at home, friends and otherwise, who live alone. As a guy with a two-year-old running around the house, I am desperate for quiet time. But living alone during all of this? I think that might be too much. Largely, being shut indoors hasn’t had a profound psychological impact on me, but I suspect I’d feel differently if I was here alone.
The biggest silver lining in all of this has been the sheer amount of time I’ve gotten to spend with my family. There are a lot of stories floating around about an uptick in marital strife, but Jaclyn and I are working together maybe better than we ever have before. And having Miles home all day, while exhausting, is something I’m not taking for granted. There’s something wonderful about being able to take a 15 minute break mid-morning and walk around the backyard with my son.
Our state’s shelter-in-place order is a less than ideal way to live, despite being absolutely necessary. But given the circumstances, I’m glad I have these two people with me.