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Day... 5?

Facebook Messenger video chat is my new favorite way to send my child off into another room as she plays with filters and has a virtual playdate while I either nurse the baby down or work on grading homework. It's nothing short of magical.


  • Kindergarten show & tell via Zoom is painful. Best enjoyed from another room.
  • Violet's front tooth is comin' on down as the next contestant! It's broken the skin and on it's way down. Sad news though, the bottom two on the other side of the jack-o-lantern teeth (guys, i am admittedly not a dental professional) are ready to pop. ibuprofen is a big staple in our home and i am so glad i stocked up before being quarantined.
  • cocktail hour started early today - 1:45pm
  • charlie received a giant art kit and drawing paper from memaw & christi
  • got a refund check for the portion of the cheerleading class that charlie is signed up for this season (they canceled the remainder). she didn't attend a single session so i'll gladly take the $16.80 and apply it to something else
  • paid off a big ass debt today and it felt legit amazing - i can't wait to be done with all of the debt (student loans, lookin' at you)
  • we're hoping to order a local fish fry tonight and pick up a growler from the restaurant. we don't need to, we have plenty of groceries (and so much t i m e), but we want to do our part to support the neighborhood. 
  • finished my last online class last night and now just have online grading and participation to support. there are no more gatherings :) 
    • I absolutely loved hearing them say they are excited to see me in their next courses!!!
      • they love me, they really love me!
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