March 14th was the last time my family was inside together someplace other than our own house. The kids have now "finished" preschool at home. (They really didn't do much other than watch some videos their teachers had posted, do a project or two, and Gabriel finished a few letter worksheets.) We picked up their school items last Monday.
It's been over 2 months since either of them have played with kids other than each other. They have talked on FaceTime or on the phone with family members. We did one socially distant visit to their Abuelitos. But otherwise, their playmates have been their parents and each other.
And most of the time they are doing so very well. But sometimes they just get tired of each other. And, often they want to go someplace other than outside or in our house.
Gabriel refused to go and pick up preschool things even though he could have seen his teacher because he didn't want to go if he couldn't get out of the car. David had a bit of a temper tantrum yesterday as we walked past the playground. He first started by crying (after he tripped) and saying that he was sad that the playground was closed. But, he soon moved into proclaiming the virus must be gone because he can't see it.
We're "camping" in our living room tonight, to have something different on this Memorial Day weekend. We're not quite ready to try the backyard, and it's supposed to storm tonight anyway. So, we'll set up a tent, make s'mores at the kitchen table and hope that we get some sleep on the living room floor.
It's going to be a while until we can be carefree inside - and a while until the kids can really play with friends. We're very fortunate and I'm so grateful to be in the home we're in with the yard we have. I'm thankful that my kids play well together and are the age they are. But, this still is hard.
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