Here we are in the 22nd month of the covid era. Wednesday was Dd's first day back in preschool after a week off because of one of the toddlers in his school caught covid over Thanksgiving weekend.
There are a few positives angles: no one got very sick and we as a school community have had an impressive covid-free run. Also, Jack and I survived a week of juggling Dd with full time work. I think he enjoyed the time at home and we enjoyed parts of it. It's also nice to not be too worried that he as a healthy kid would have a serious case, if he had caught it.
That said, having him at home while we both work just isn't sustainable, which is why I find myself worrying more about all the other viruses too. Our current culture requires that even little colds be taken seriously and treated like covid until tests come back. It's so tragically funny to look back at the old days where we went to school in the throws of a bad cold, spreading germs like crazy. We've been relatively cautious about rejoining society, because even a cold throws our delicately balanced schedule in to such disarray.
We know this from experience. Looking back over the last year, Dd brought home colds on a monthly basis from September '20 through this past July. I got most of them, D got a few and Jack has had a few minor sniffles. Miraculously we haven't had a cold in our household since July, finally enjoying the break from minor illnesses that many people had last winter. Maybe it's because Dd's been wearing a mask much more regularly at school since the summer (though still not at snacks, meals or nap time) or maybe it's because we've already had everything that is circulating, aside from the covid (knock on wood).
In other good news, D had his second vaccine dose on Nov 28th and Jack and I got our boosters prior to Thanksgiving. Now that D is more protected, we've switched over to having him ride the school bus, which is so very nice for us.
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