Friday, November 6. 2020…10:07am
The end of week 34. All week I’ve had snippets of the song “Stuck In The Middle With You” by Stealers Wheel running through my head.
Clowns to the left of me – this entire debacle that is the 2020 presidential election, teenagers who clearly need some space from each other, a therapist for my eldest with whom we parted ways because she didn’t seem to see any value in working together as a team toward the outcome of good mental and emotional health.
Jokers to the right – my eldest child who seems to have decided that school is currently pointless because it doesn’t make them happy, at least one teacher of that eldest child who seems to not want to use the “at the discretion of the teacher” accommodation imbedded in the child’s 504 plan to accept late work, and again the entire debacle that is the 2020 presidential election.
Stuck in the middle – with the man who has been by my side for 28 years. There have certainly been times in the past 28 years (28 hours!) that he would qualify as both a clown and a joker, but I still choose over and over again to be stuck in the middle with him.
Today is our 21st wedding anniversary. We’ll be celebrating by spending time together – and with our eldest and all of their teachers and guidance counselor – in a Zoom meeting to review the accommodations in the existing 504 plan. Hopefully we can come up with a plan to motivate better outcomes while still balancing mental health needs. It feels like the most 2020 typical way to spend this day. This entire year was not clearly not in our master plan when we envisioned our life together as giddy newlyweds, but there truly is nobody else who I’d rather be stuck with through this global pandemic.
I’ve made some edits to the traditional wedding vows to more closely resemble our actual life in 2020…To have and to hold, for better or for worse, for college savings or home renovations,in quarantine and in health, to love and to laugh, till death to us part.
Be well my friends
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