May 5th. Day 50.
In honor of our 50th day in quarantine, I had the boys dress up as middle-aged, semi-balding, mid-level managers who hate their jobs, wives, and kids.
The days are flying by and I feel like I'm living inside of Einstein's Theory of Relativity. I have been in this house with my kids for a mere 50 days and also fifteen years have passed.
I've been told it's a Tuesday. Taco Tuesday. Cinco de Mayo...whatever y'all celebrate. In honor of this esteemed holiday, I microwaved a plate of chips, cheese, and days old ground beef and served it to my kids. Voila!
I, in turn, ate a plate of vegetables, as I'm trying to whittle off this quarantine weight. Now that we are no longer required to shelter in place, people besides my neighbors will get to see just how much crap I've been ingesting.
Homeschool has been decaying week by week. Either my kids are getting more efficient or they are doing jack crap. They blow through their school work in about 45 minutes flat. It's concerning.
I've tried to find things to entertain their minds. I'm digging so deep. I even pulled Lin Manuel Miranda out of my bag of tricks. He taught an AP American History lecture on Friday.
He did perk up when I allowed him to download DEMOCRACY 3. He's running his own country. He talks to me about unemployment, healthcare, GDP, and inflation. Generally, I hate all video games, but I feel like this might actually be helping him learn about government and policy.