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Shelter-in-place through the eyes of a 5’4” male

Updated: May 12, 2020

My height has nothing to do with this blog but I wanted to let everyone know that I’ve been living with this ordeal for years… *holds back tears*. I first heard of the COVID-19 breakout from family and friends. I remember having a conversation that went something like this, “hey, so what do you think about what’s going on right now” My response was, “what’s going on?” and the details of COVID-19 followed. At first, I tried to ignore it and not think about it much, but things worsened, and a shelter-in-place was ordered.

It took me a few days to get used to the new order. Restaurants, movie theaters, barber shops were closing and soon after more and more businesses followed. Our small talks and meetings at work turned digital and even that was different from the usual. Seriously, it took me almost 3 full days to realize our team was having a conversation. I didn’t hear Slack alert me of the conversation. I remember thinking, “are they ok it's been two days and I haven’t seen anyone write anything on this app.” On the 3rd day I received an email from the app alerting me that a conversation had been going on. I looked and yes there they were having a conversation about a project. Turns out I didn’t hear the alerts because the laptop was muted, whoopps! I now make sure to check it every hour and turned up the volume to hear the alerts, so I rarely miss a conversation.

Staying home all day can get extremely boring but there are plenty of things I’ve done to lift that boredom. When the shower is running, I see that as an opportunity to run in there, mid-shower, and turn the lights off. My son was the first to deal with that one. His shower song turned into screaming and then into yelling, “why did you do that” and me saying, “I didn’t do that, that was your mom.” I mean really, am I going to give in that quick and say it was me? Pfff NO I’m going to keep it going and get her involved. I’ve also pretended to be on the phone with the police and inform my son that they were on their way to arrest him. I gave this kid no reason for his upcoming arrest, so you can imagine the confused look he gave me. Then I proceeded to knock on the front door when he was not paying attention and yelled out, “dude it’s the police they showed up!” and watched him scramble around trying to figure out what to do next.

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