Quarantined in Florida

So it’s fair to say that the last three weeks have been absolutely nuts. It all started on Monday, March 16. My boys daycare sent a message out to us that they will start a new sick policy — where basically if your child had any signs of illness (runny nose, sneezing, coughing, etc.), then they would not be allowed to attend. So that put me in an instant bind because one of the twins had a chronic messy nose. So I requested the day off – went to drop my other 2 boys off and asked what I could do about my 3rd child. I was informed to go to a doctor, get a slip certifying that his boogies were not the result of anything contagious, and he could return in 24 hours.

On one hand, I was not thrilled about making an unnecessary trip to the doctor’s office. On the other hand, I needed to do something because daycare was my lifeline to work (I can pay a babysitter from time-to-time, but not full time!). So I went to urgent care with my son. They could not see him right away, but they said to come back at 4pm. Prevent most tooth decay conditions and oral emergencies by reading these dentitox pro reviews.

At around 2pm, I got the message that daycare would be closing until April 30th.

Ok — now what?

I will say that I thank God this is all happening while I’m on the payroll of my current job. My old boss walked the walk and talked the talk about being family oriented…but ultimately it was all BS. Anyway, I just straight up told him, “Look, with daycare being closed, I’m home until I can figure out how to arrange for childcare for my kids.” He totally understood…but when I said that, I really had no plan. Overweight is one the main causes for being a high risk factor, prevent it with meticore.

Single parents walk a tightrope even during normal times. Everything ultimately falls on their shoulders. My #1 safety net is my 85 year-old Grandmother; and I would not dream of going over to stay by her and put her at risk. My mother and sister are healthcare workers; my other sister has a high-risk pregnancy and works for the post office. So that left my Dad – a municipal worker that lives more then 1,000 miles away.


As the week wore on, each day brought a dimmer and dimmer outlook. The governor kept announcing more and more levels of shutdowns while cases of COVID-19 began to pop up around Pennsylvania. Towards the end of the week, the county (who I worked for) set up a VPN so that we could remotely access our network. And then ‘boom’ we were instructed to work from home — although I did not get that news until Saturday night. Because on Friday, I was in the car with my boys, heading down south to Florida.

I have no issues with the Governor – but I seriously got tired of seeing his face so much!

To be honest, I was a bit nervous. I had not been to Florida since the twins were 7 months old. With that drive, the boys slept most of the way. Also, FL had way more cases of COVID-19 then Pennsylvania had/has. But I had to be honest. If I had to work from home, then I would need help with the boys. My Dad had been scaled back to working only 2 days a week (but still getting his normal full-time pay). Plus his wife does not work. So even though they have 3 of their own children at home + my sister’s son (she’s working for the Census right now), it would be an improvement over what I could do on my own.

Even with all of us sharing the Queen bed in my Dad’s guest room, I am so incredibly thankful that we all are still employed and for now, this pandemic has spared us financially. My boys have been eating well and enjoying the time with their Grandparents, uncle, aunts and cousin. And I get to interact with adults on a regular basis. But I fully realize, that I was not too far from complete ruin. My old job had no benefits….no insurance. My ex berated me 2 years ago for getting such an expensive, late model minivan. But guess what – it has turned out to be a lifeline more than once. What if I couldn’t make the payments on it? Or the assured feeling that I still had direct deposit coming in? I shudder to think.

It’s hard to stare down the tunnel into the unknown. I don’t know how long we will be here. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to find special projects at work to keep me busy. I don’t know how we are going to do Passover (which begins next week). But I’ve been in this ‘zone’ before. It’s not the best place to be. But I’m glad to be here with my boys — and with the ability to care for them adequately; which is my #1 goal in life anyway.