The moment when…your living room becomes your office/yoga studio/fitness center/rubber room.
I used to believe working from home would be a dream. I could sleep later, not deal with commuting, wear sweatpants all day, and do housework during breaks. Wrong!
I hate it. I’ve never been a homebody, but a week of forced telecommuting and being housebound due to COVID-19 and already I’m stir crazy. And forget housework. All I want to do on “breaks” is get the hell out of the house. I go for walks, drive around in the car listening to music, run quick errands with gloves on, after which I wash my hands and wipe down every surface I’ve touched before I washed.
When my husband comes home from his “essential” job around 4:30 pm, I see his eyes dart to the dishes in the sink, to the stove where dinner isn’t yet cooking, and to me, looking for answers. I don’t say it out loud, but inwardly I dare him to ask the unspoken question: Why, when you are working from home? Something of my thoughts must show on my face because he doesn’t, smart man.
He can’t comprehend why I’m going stir crazy, or how my desperate need to separate work from home, my feeling of being trapped, the fear of the unknown, and the torture of limbo have taken over my sensibilities. I can’t either, for that matter. I only know that I am not handling this isolation well and it’s both surprising and disappointing.
I know it could be so much worse – it could be war or famine or a layoff, or we could be homeless or ill – and I know containing the virus from spreading is critical. But man, I never thought I’d hate being in the house so much, and especially spending most of my time in this new multi-purpose space that I once loved and now hate.
Note to self and others like me: Breath. Relax. Pray. This moment in time won’t last forever. Someday it will be a story to tell.
I would love to hear how you’re coping with the COVID-19 pandemic. What has changed in your life? Are you finding any magic in these moments?