Each day I wake up and it’s literally that scene in Groundhogs Day when Bill Murray looks at the clock and as it flips over, he realizes that it’s all about to happen again. I stop for a second and the cold realization seeps in and I think, should I get up or just roll over. And then all the responsibility I feel overtakes me and I know I have no choice but to get up. I must admit, I’m proud of myself that I get dressed every day – and sometimes I even wear jeans to walk down to the kitchen to work. However, it’s really just a spot check to make sure they still fit. My kids have been on “Spring break” for 2 weeks so they will be starting online classes tomorrow. Jack is a senior and is already accepted into college – does anyone think he’s going to actually do any work? When this all started, I remember thinking, please let him have a prom and a graduation and now I just pray he goes to college in the fall. For 2 weeks he has not shaved and has been playing his Xbox in the basement. If anyone ever wondered what life would be like if you had son who had no job, never shaved and lived in your basement, I now know firsthand the absolute horror of that concept. When I hear him yelling at the game at 3 am, my blood runs cold. I know he’s talking and playing with friends so truthfully; I vacillate between wanting to toss that thing or kiss it.