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   Yippee!!!! The Beachcomber is back, y’all!! These last two months have not been what any of us anticipated. Ever. Although everyone has their opinion on the early opening compared to the rest of the country, here we are and we are going do the best we can to get through it safely and most definitely with a sense of humor!

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There’s an art to staying home. It’s not a matter to be taken lightly. I, for one, am a master.

 

I’ve been staying home for 17 years give or take a few months when I tried to enter the workforce for a spell. As a mother of three active children, it’s just made sense for me to stay home so I can shuttle the kids around to and fro whenever their schedule dictates. But why am I trying to justify this? I don’t even know you!

 

So, my husband, like many others, went to a work-at-home situation back in March. He’s home four days a week and at the office one. This has been quite an…ahem…adjustment…for all of us….

 

At first it didn’t seem so bad. Of course he’s going to sleep in until 9:00, he doesn’t have to commute, most people would do the same. But then it got worse. I started to keep track of how long he’d been in the same pajama pants. When I brought it up to him, while we were standing out in the front yard one evening, he shrugged and commented on how comfortable they were.

 

Well, I told myself, at least once a week he’s showering and shaving and going into work. That’s better than nothing. But then his mood started slipping. He started complaining about how far it was from the bedroom to the kitchen where his snacks were. Wondering why we don’t all just wear Depends—wouldn’t it just make life simpler? One night when I told him he had cheese dip all over his dingy tee shirt, he shrugged and buttoned up his flannel so the cheese dip didn’t show.