As I write this, I find it hard not to feel a bit envious of those planning their holiday weekend getaways. Why you ask? At the moment, I can only imagine it has to do with what is now known as “quarantine fatigue.” About a month before the pandemic started, (mid February) my son came down with what we found to be a very bad case of Mono. MONO. We had NEVER dealt with this before. Maybe I have a bias opinion because he was so sick. Maybe I am just overreacting. Or, what if I am not?
Unfortunately, because he has asthma, the virus was severe. To the point that I couldn’t sleep through the night without checking to make sure he was still breathing. To sum it up, these last 7 months have been extremely hard on our family. Luckily, we are able to work from home but life as we know it has changed dramatically. No public visitors for our family, masks in stores, and seclusion from the outside world (which feels incredibly dark at times.) My children try to grasp the severity of the situation but as a child, they know nothing of the world we adults know. They think Mom overreacts and doesn’t “let us have fun.” Oh how I wish things were different..just as they do.
When I start to feel the effects of quarantine fatigue I remind myself we are not the only ones going through this. And I think of my son. In retrospect, he very well could have had Covid-19 and at the time, we did not know it. When the doctor said Mono was the cause for his 6 week fever, body aches, red glassy eyes, extreme fatigue, sore throat, asthma attacks, and cough I took her at her word. Could it really be just a simple case of Mono or something worse? After all, he tested negative much later on once he was feeling better. But on days like today, I will continue to stay positive and know that there is light at the end of the tunnel. It may be a long tunnel, but I am hopeful it will end. Soon. We miss our friends, our family, school, sports, vacationing, all of it. BUT, I refuse to give in and let my emotions overrule logic. I am thankful every day my son is recovered from whatever it was that was ailing him and is now on the mend. And that, my friends, is all a mother can ask for.