April 16th. Day 31.

Day 31.

Let me just say, I'm drinking wine from a can. Locked in the office. But how did I get here?

Things started out as regular as they can in quarantine. Both boys had Zoom calls with their respective classes to begin the day. I had to wake Little E up at 8:53AM to give him a few minutes to let his sleep face morph back into his regular face.

I went out for my walk while the boys were on their calls. I was able to catch up with a dear friend over the phone, which always livens up my walk.

Little E began his assignments, one of which, was some more origami. I posed his crane in my beautiful rose bushes.

 WE ARE GETTING ALL ANNE GEDDES UP IN HERE. 

After lunch, Little E and I went to work on our latest piece of sidewalk chalk art. We both agree that it came out excellent. The key is blending the chalk with our fingertips. It also files down our fingerprints so now we are ready to commit all sorts of crimes. 

NOT A POLICE DEPARTMENT IN A 50 MILE RADIUS THAT CAN LIFT ONE OF OUR PRINTS.

The afternoon passed by without any drama. Big E played outside. Little E played inside. I finished my book. I had a nice phone call with Aunt Yoy where we discussed the complete and utter sh*t we were now allowing in our homes. She won with the magic shell. 

Mr. Yoy is bringing home dinner. Except we are still waiting on it. I ran upstairs to shower as all that sidewalk art made me sweaty and smelly. And this is when my day took a quick nose dive South. While I was in the shower I could hear them fighting. Over what, g-d only knows. But I could hear them up the stairs, over running shower water, and my music. So you know it was loud.

My neighbor texted me to tell me she left a gift on my back door step. This was enough to lure me out of the my bedroom down to the war zone. And what a war zone it was.

I DON'T NEED TO BE LIBERATED! THIS ISN'T WORLD WAR 2! - LITTLE E

Big E had him in some sort of headlock. He was trying to rip off his head, I think. Or save him, maybe? 

But I'm dead inside. So I walked right past the madness and screams, opened the back door, and retrieved my babies.

TWO WENT INTO THE FRIDGE. ONE WENT INTO MY MOUTH.

I have a few more things to discuss but I have to run. Big E just smacked Little E in the head with an ice pack and everyone is crying. 

It's truly amazing.

Good night!