And let your poor heart break a little 🎶

To get through this pandemic with our love for each other still in tact, these song lyrics are true in the Petti home.

You gotta give (up) a little:

Before the pandemic, electronics were not allowed at the table at meal time. Now at lunchtime, they hunker down, ipads leaning against the fruit bowl, headphones plugged in, clothing optional, Hot Pockets being shoved in their faces. Why? Because like Phil Collins sings, “I don’t care anymo-wa-whoa … ooooh I don’t care anymo-wa-whoa … nooooo I don’t care anymore-wa-whoaaa….”

I miss my dining room. This is where PJ is set up to work from home. I tried to sequester him elsewhere but he likes it there. The set-up works for him there. There. Right there. Right there smack in the middle of the house. Wires. Computers. Screens. My pretty table runner balled up and cast aside. Sometimes you have to pick your battles. *sigh*

Showering. When was the last time the kids showered? When was the last time I showered? Oh well, who are we gonna see anyway?

Take a little:

“I’m just going to sit here in my office with the door closed and listen to Post Malone and work on a puzzle for 3 hours and no one’s going to say a word to me about it, ok? Cool.” 👍

“We’re going to order food in for the 2nd night in a row. We’re saving on gas so it’s ok!”

“I’m having cheesecake for dessert again tonight. Did you just side-eye me?” I didn’t think so.

And let your poor heart break a little:

“Mommy do you think my friends will forget me?”

“I miss Grandma & Grandpa’s house.”

“I wish our cousins could sleep over.”

🎶 That’s the story of … that’s the glory of love 🎶

We’ll get through this ❤️