Coronavirus Chronicles Day #40

Holy cow Batman we hit 40 days! Some days are good but today wasn’t a stellar day for the Smith’s.

The dog woke me up at 2, because he’s a jerk. I went back to sleep and woke up at 8 as Adam headed upstairs. Grabbed coffee, refereed a WWE match, then headed to read the news. A few minutes later Owen was in my bed in full crocodile tears and Noah was quick behind him. Owen told me he didn’t want to do soccer drill videos and Noah was making him. I asked why he didn’t want to do them and between tears he told me it was because the Coronavirus was here and he didn’t know what that meant for everyone. I asked if he was scared, yes. Are you sad, yes. Noah all the while is telling me Owen just didn’t want to do it because he was being stubborn. More tears and sobs. I looked at Noah and said where is he on the pie chart? I guess sad and scared? Noah said. I turned to Owen hugging him, everything is going to be okay. Owen then told me Noah, threw the soccer ball at me! I gave Noah the death stare, he did what? Noah gives Owen the death stare and tells me Owen kicked the ball at him first. I look at Owen. Did you do that? Tearful nod. Okay!!! You two are going to knock this off!! You don’t kick a ball at your brother and you don’t throw the ball back! Got it? Big sigh from me.

Started e-learning at 9 and worked our way through the classes.

By 1ish, we had eaten lunch, FaceTimed my parents and were ready to finish moving the mulch I had delivered in the fall. Back in the fall I had 3 truckloads of mulch delivered and moved much of it on my own. Along with 9 magnolia trees, multiple plants etc. Today the last of the mulch was moved by the boys and I. Frankly, I was shocked. No one argued, we worked as team and had it done in less than an hour. It might have been perfect if the dog hadn’t peed on the middle of the mulch pile…boys and I still agree he’s 40% jerk!!

Kids played in the pool and I relaxed. At 5, Adam came out and wanted to finish mowing the lawn. He finished that up by 5:35 and said he wanted to put down some spray fertilizer and then wanted to swim before we made dinner…things didn’t go as planned. Dawson and I sat outside talking while Adam started working on the fertilizer. Adam was struggling with the fertilizer mix and it kept clogging the sprayer. I went inside for a minute and when I came outside Dawson totally told on Adam. Let’s be honest I know if tattling was an Olympic sport the Smith’s would bring home gold, silver, bronze and honorable mention. Dawson was almost giddy as he was preparing to tell me what Adam had done wrong. I asked what happened and Dawson said Daddy said a bad word, oh yeah what did he say. Mommy he said F$&7. Oh, that is bad…me trying not to laugh. Two seconds later Adam walks by and I say, “Hey Adam! I heard you said fudge!” Dawson looks at me devastated and then he said, and I quote…“That’s not what he said Mom! He said F$&7, did you not hear the words coming out of my mouth?” No Chris Tucker! I heard you, I just wasn’t going to repeat it!

Adam came in after he was done and definitely had trouble with the fertilizer as he looked like he had the green giants hands!! He was incredibly happy to take a picture for me! Such a positive attitude! He proceeded to wash his hands in dawn, bleach, and hand scrub…I added Lava soap to my Walmart order….

Made dinner and laughed about the day. Taught Noah a life skill for New Years Eve. Adam thought it was funny that he was eating tacos with his green hands. I’m guessing it will be about a week until he doesn’t have alien hands again…

In the meantime, the kids are alright. Adam and I are alright, and the dog is living his best life.