Surviving Self Isolation…With People.

The only Homicide Prevention Kit you’ll ever need.

Forget the toilet paper. Or running out of tuna. You better have tools for the real enemy: isolation…with other people! It’s hard enough managing your own anxiety…but your children’s?! Plus their ranting, their boredom, their anger, their chewing, their stomping. And no one’s going anywhere. They’re family.

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So once the cooking and craftmaking is no longer novel, once the poetry is written, once the novelty of watching Contagion and Outbreak are over…it’s gonna get real. It already has gotten real. The family quirks are compounding en masse…and unless you’re the Virgin Mary of Guadalupe, you’re gonna snap and someone’s getting hurt.

I’m not telling you anything that I’m not experiencing right this minute. Everybody’s flaws have compounded and it’s only day three. My 19 year old daughter is snapping, snarling and stomping right and left; my 18 year old son is mocking us and denying the virus exists at all, (while insisting my vegetables are 100% toxic); and my estranged husband is on an alcoholic bender on another property, but we can hear him 14 blocks away. I’m just generally irked at the hoarders and overcoming a big loss like everyone else.