Day 52

Day 52 was a Tuesday and I don't have the energy to look back through the blog to gather data to confirm my theory that Tuesdays during quarantine are rough.  But that's my hypothesis today.  Tuesdays are rough.  Here's a list of things that made Day 52 not super easy:
1.  The kids had to be prodded to get out of bed at 9:00 a.m.  This is definitely a quarantine thing.  Will is always up and going earlier than me and while Reina likes her sleep, 9 a.m. is a bit of an indulgence even for her. 
2.  Once out of bed, the kids turned their energy towards bickering with each other.  That was fun.  The first fight was over blueberries - who got how many in their bowl and why wasn't it even.  BLUEBERRIES.
3.  Homework and assignments.  Not as bad as other days but still.
4.  I had a wellness check-up which turned out fine but it was a little unnerving to be in a dr's office.  I had a nice chat with the PA about COVID-19 and learned some new info but I came home and scrubbed hands and face. 
5.  Not enough enthusiasm for the dinner menu.
6.  Dogs acting like an aggressive wolf pack (towards other dogs) while on our now nightly walk around the neighborhood. 
7.  Certain attitudes about earlier bedtimes and paying more attention to sleep needs.  See #1.
8.  Nothing good on tv.
9.  Reina painted rocks on the front porch today and it was a cute project.  Before dinner and after work, I took a few minutes to paint with her.  The neighbor's friendly dog wandered over to say hello to us and our dogs decided to push the front door open and chase friendly dog through the paint and once the dust died down, several dogs looked like they were bleeding profusely, luckily it was just red acrylic.  Blue footprints decorated the living room, the sidewalk looked like a crime scene and many of the rocks need a re-paint tomorrow. Thankfully most of it came up with soap and water but Trigger's face still has a healthy pink glow.
10.  To top off this peach of a day, one of the cat's just threw up the entire contents of her stomach - as a gesture of her thanks and goodwill for feeding her daily and provided a warm place to sleep.  Here's to tomorrow not being a Tuesday.