Clearly, I’m a creator.
I can’t be stopped.
If ever I had any doubts, they have now been washed away entirely.
When I was first sent home from my day job with instructions to continue working from there until further notice, I couldn’t believe my luck. I had long sought permission to work from home, building it up in my mind to being just this side of nirvana. No commute, no congestion, and an extra hour to sleep in — could there be anything sweeter?!?
But then my niece came over. It was then that I began to see the merest hint of what those lucky souls who have been blessed with children — children that they cannot give back after a few hours to their loving but careworn parents — must be going through in this new era of social distancing and close confinement. If that merest hint of the madness looming just beyond the door that these parents fight to keep out with tooth and nail, night and day, was enough to make me groan and shudder, I knew I had to do my part. I had to do something to give these brave souls just the slightest respite, just the smallest moment of ease. But how?
While the COVID-19 coronavirus has brought the world to a practical standstill, I have been creating. I have taken advantage of this time in confinement in an endeavor that I hope will be of some help to those parents out there that are surely by now, after WEEKS with their loving family in close quarters, on the very brink of insanity. I have leveraged all my skills and bent my will to the task of creation. The resulting contribution to the Parental Sanity Endeavor is what I’m calling —
I have recorded a collection of classic fairy tales into individual audiobooks that I hope to make an ongoing series, the first few of which can be accessed below. All for the listening pleasure of your children. Because sometimes, after a long day of home schooling, interrupted video calls, and constant whining, complaining and scurrying under foot — I imagine that the nightly fight at bedtime is about where a parent reaches the very ends of their reserves. Reserves of patience, energy…sanity — you tell me. And while I’m sure that the bedtime story is a sweet and special moment in the life of every good parent, maybe, just this once, just until you have a chance to replenish those depleted reserves, just until they reopen the schools and your life is FINALLY your own again, you can leave the bedtime stories to me. I’m happy to help.
So go grab yourself that glass of wine, put your feet up, and begin the slow collapse you’ve been looking forward to all day. And feel free to download these stories to add to your own audiobook collection to play over and over again. They’re our contribution to the war effort and my gift to you for all you do.
God bless you, parents of the world. You’re a better man than me, sister.