It started with an overall sense of discomfort that my coffee wasn’t being delivered on time. My 1-day shipping from Amazon was now a 7-day wait for my favorite Jamaican Me Crazy coffee. I didn’t like it. Whenever I start to run low, I order a case – yes a case – and I know with 100% certainty that I will not have to go one-single-day without it, because it always arrives the very next day.
It’s like a daily gift to myself. After all the kids have gone to school, and the husband has left for work, I pour my cup of coffee and wander lazily into the living room. Quiet. How I love the quiet. I love my coffee.
But with the onset of the Coronavirus Pandemic, things started to change. My coffee was over a week late. Not cool. The kids were being sent from schools. Also not cool. Businesses were closing. Restaurants closing. Craziness happening in the supermarkets. Being told to stay in. Don’t touch anyone. Don’t touch your face. Wash your hands. Wash everything.
I don’t like it.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids. But this constant togetherness is killing me. This non-stop, “Hey, mom…wanna play?” or “Hey, mom…can I have a snack?” or “Hey, mom…what time is dinner?” I’m not gonna lie, it’s kinda driving me insane. They’ve already eaten a week’s worth of lunches in like, 2 days!
I miss kissing them goodbye and sending them off to school. I miss having my mornings to myself. I miss binge watching Friends before work. Work…ooooh, I miss work! I miss the 5-minute drive to my boutique, my radio turned up to 20 and tapping my hands on the steering wheel, singing “Separate Ways” by Journey.
I miss walking into the boutique and smiling as I turn on the lights, anticipating the front door opening and seeing my favorite customers walk through the door.
Things are different now. Now, it’s 24×7 in the house, except for the quick trips to my boutique to pick up online orders. The store is dark. It’s quiet. It’s not the same.
And can I just tell you how much I miss my folks!
I know. I know. I’m lucky on so many levels. I get it. I know.
And when all of this is over, the restaurants will be bustling, business will be booming, and I’ll miss this time I’ve had with my kids, my husband, my dog. The chickens.
But I just feel like complaining – just for a second. Because while I’m not one to ever take things for granted, this has opened my eyes and made me realize that I did, indeed, take my life for granted. I took for granted that I could leave my home. That I could get in the car and visit my parents. I never realized just how much I missed those once-every-two week date nights. Having a meal prepared and served, and one I don’t have to clean up after.
I miss my neighbors. I miss hugs. I miss “peace be with you” at church, and shaking the hand of your fellow parishioner.
I’ve been wearing hoodies and shorts pretty much every day since the coronapocolypse and I gotta say, I miss wearing my heels and skirts.
And I’ve come to appreciate the washing of the hands. Like, full on, 20-second washing. I’ve come to appreciate toilet paper. Paper products of any kind, really.
But when this whole shebang is over, and life gets back to normal, I will have learned a great lesson.
Order two cases of coffee.