Coronavirus: The Comedy In The Chaos

Finding humor in what seems like one of the most horrifying events of our lifetime. 

Life is funny. One day you’re complaining about being overwhelmed by plans, pulled in too many directions and all you want to do is stay home and then … here we are. 

That “you” is “me,” and boy is this the worst kind of karma. Just a few days in – at this point – and as I like to put it, my soul is dying. I mean, the crippling anxiety of someone I know getting sick isn’t helping. Combine that with trying to work full time and being a full-time mom – and it’s a recipe for stress and exhaustion with some funny moments woven in between. 

Quarantine Calendar

Day 1: Monday

After a pretty successful weekend at home with my toddler, I felt on top of the world thinking, “Quarantine. No problem.” That was until I found myself typing with one hand and holding Elmo’s hat (which was really my husband’s) on with the other. Because if it fell of – and it did a couple times – things would go real bad. Also, somehow my slippers disappeared, and my son was wearing them, without me even realizing. Cool. 

Day 2: Tuesday

Woke up to snow, and we discovered the movie “Cars.” Went pretty well until I scrolled Instagram and realized other moms were crafting elaborate sensory bins out of items they somehow already had in the house. Girl, I’m just trying to make sure my kid eats, and I shower. I did give him his first haircut (bye, bye mullet) while in the bathtub, along with his antibiotic, inhalers, Elderberry, Benadryl and everything else I could find to up his chances of staying healthy.

Day 3: Wednesday

Twenty-month-old, who is a great sleeper, wakes up three times overnight. Does he know we are at our mental brink? Thankfully, he wakes up cheerful, as my husband and I drearily shuffle around to start our day. Guess we won’t be getting any work done before breakfast. I made my own sensory bin – tissue paper on top of toys in a leftover plastic container – and he cried because his toys were hidden. Not Instagram worthy. 

Day 4: Thursday

Double win, today – actually showered in the morning and thought of an idea in the process. We need to Get Witty With IT now more than ever, so why not start a podcast – featuring you kick a** ladies – that focuses on the hot topics of that week. How you’re coping with coronavirus at home, in your jobs. How you’re still managing to innovate and find solutions for your customers while living in this new world. Email me if you want to get involved ( Oh also, my son insisted on hugging me while he pooped his pants today. He thankfully was wearing a diaper. 

Day 5: Friday

Started my day at the grocery store – arriving at 9 a.m. right when they opened. There was a line 20 to 30 people deep out the door. I’m pretty sure I looked like a crazy person with my latex gloves, keeping my distance and side-eyeing anyone who came closer than six feet. Also organized what felt like a drug deal, as I helped my team figure out how to obtain and disperse video equipment, so we could create makeshift video studios in our homes. Props to my girl Katie Bavoso for making the drop at the local mall. *We successfully made the transfer while still social distancing. Worth noting, my husband painted a wall in our finished basement white just so I could have the proper backdrop.


I want to make clear that I understand coronavirus concerns are serious. My family has been heeding all the warnings and staying home. The anxious person who checks locked doors ten times before being satisfied or worries if the stove was left on every time she leaves the house (me), wouldn’t allow for any less.

All I’m saying is it’s easy to get overwhelmed by the details of this disease – the shortage of equipment, the risk to your loved ones and those deemed essential workers, the messaging coming from politicians – but I ask you to take a step back each day and appreciate the comedy in the chaos. 

Let it bring a smile to your face or a tear to your eye. Appreciate each moment, each day for what it is. Because even in the worst of times, it’s these instances that make us great. 

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