The InBetween

 

Husbandman tested positive for covid this week.  I did not.  Husbandman and I now lead separate lives.  He stays in a downstairs bedroom, sleeping and coughing.  I wander through the rest of the house like a ghostly spirit, living in the haunted, viral in-between space.  Husbandman is on paxlovid and is definitely on the mend which is a relief, but I could drop at any time. We just don't know.

In other news, we had our school's Open House this week. From the parents, I felt a ton of supporting and absolutely no thwarting. I especially liked the parents who told me, "We enjoyed talking about Abraham Maslow's hierarchy of needs tonight at dinner."  I love when the 3rdLanders spread the word about what we're up to during the day.  

Speaking of Maslow, let's reflect on my needs right now. 

The basics of food, water and shelter?  Check.  Could be sleeping better, but whatever.

Safety needs?  Check.  I'm wearing my mask and my seat belt. 

Belonging and Love needs?  Check, though I would like to see Husbandman emerge from the bedroom with a big bouquet of yellow roses for me sometime soon.

Esteem needs?  I'm feeling pretty good about how I skillfully handled a harrowing situation that happened on my lunch break yesterday, involving a first grader walking down the hall wearing only a tee shirt and sandals while carrying his underwear in one hand and his shorts in the other.  I escorted the kid to the boys' bathroom and chatted with him about first grade life while we waited for another teacher to bring new clothes.  He wasn't thrilled with the new green underwear, claiming they were "tight," but I assured him they'd stretch during the afternoon.  After a bit more chatting, he headed back to class to continue his education.

In conclusion... Needs being met.  No Covid yet.