What does social distancing look like in my house? The simple explanation is that Brandon and I go nowhere. We can go for walks in our neighborhood and we can hang out in our backyard. And that seems to be it.
I found some disposable masks the other day when I was out getting gas. At $1.77 per gallon, I was getting gas! I bought a pack of masks for $18.00 because the bandanas I was using would not stay tied on my head.
This morning, my oldest son asked if I would put some of the same $1.77 gas in his car while he was getting ready for work. He gave me some money and I was more than happy to get out of the house.
Brandon wanted to go with me. I think he is as tired of being cooped up in our house as I am. Brandon does well in the car. He sits in the back seat on the passenger side. He puts his seat belt on without being reminded.
All of our vehicles have the child lock engaged on that door because Brandon has a history of trying to jump out of the car when it is moving. He sees something, he wants it, and he will try to get it, regardless of how fast or slow the car is moving. Whoever invented the child locks is a genius!!
I knew Brandon would want to go inside the gas station. He misses his 3 cheese sticks, yellow chips, and orange soda. I told Brandon he would need to wear one of the masks if he wanted to go inside. I showed him the mask. I put one on myself so he could see it on me.
I handed him one and he looked at me like I had three heads. Brandon had no idea how to put it on. I helped him. I got one strap over one ear and he immediately said “no thank you.” He took it out of my hands and threw it away.
I get it. I don’t particularly like them either. When I put one on, it makes my glasses fog up. I feel like I am suffocating, but I am wearing them because that is what is best right now. I reminded Brandon of the virus. We read the social story. And I reminded him that if he wants to go in the gas station, he has to wear a mask. His response? “Stay in car.”
Brandon was thrilled that he could wear his pajamas to the gas station since he decided to stay in the car.
And that is exactly what he did while I pumped gas. He didn’t complain. He didn’t get angry. There was no angry jumping (which can indeed be done inside a vehicle). He stayed in his seat, listening to his iPod, and was a happy Brandon.
When we got home, Brandon said “mommy start.” I asked if he had a nice time. He said “fun time car.” He had a fun time just getting out of the house for 20 minutes. And he washed his hands when we got home with no complaints.
I think we can all learn something from Brandon. In this time of uncertainty, let’s learn to be happy with the simple things.
A car ride brought Brandon some peace and happiness.
Stay well friends and keep washing those hands.