I didn't leave my house at all this weekend.

I stayed inside, all two days of the weekend. I barely even walked outside.

I think I took the trash out, once.

There was nowhere to go because there was no place to take the kids that wouldn’t put us all in danger of getting the virus I don’t want to get. And I couldn’t go out without the kids, because they’d be left at home alone, and that sort of thing could get me arrested, or get them hurt.

People have been declaring online that the reason so many parents are desperate to keep schools open is that they don’t like their kids and can’t stand to be at home with them. I’ve seen where they say that.

I don’t want to get too far into addressing that, or else writing for Bloggie will interfere with writing other things. But that’s a really dumb thing to say.

I’m sure some parents don’t like their kids.

But I think it’s far more likely that in fact people who are raising children understand that kids need more than what their parents, or whoever is responsible for them, can give them in order to be happy.

Kids are complicated. They need a lot. It’s exhausting just to be around them, let alone to have to deny them snacks when they want them, deny them candy, insist they can’t spend all day watching other kids play with dolls on YouTube. When they get tired, sometimes, they sing the same line from the same Dua Lipa song over and over for one to three hours.

They just repeat the same thing, over and over and over and over again. And it doesn’t stop until they go to bed, which you have to make them do. They fight every step of the way.