Isolation.
We are the lucky ones.
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Mid-morning on Thursday and I’m having the saddest Mommy & Me music party with Nicolas. We should be sitting in a circle with other mommies and babies singing Itsy Bitsy Spider and instead he’s in my lap sucking on a soothie clearly less into the Red Hot Chili Peppers than I am.
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We are counting days.
7 since symptom onset.
3 since test results came back positive.
4 until isolation ends.
1 since the coffee ran out.
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I once told Joe he’d be the one that I’d want to be homeless and living in a makeshift cardboard shelter with.
I can’t decide if being stuck together inside for 10 days with a hyper and slightly sick 7 month old is comparable. (Of course it isn’t. Thank god.)
I just know I picked right.
