When Josie called, she sounded completely defeated. She'd just gotten home from the emergency room. Allie, her almost-four-year-old hit her brother with a piece of concrete in the back yard. They'd managed to mend the baby with surgical glue, but Josie was still having a hard time dealing with all the blood she'd seen.
"This is not supposed to be happening," she said she didn't even know there was concrete in the back yard. She sounded as if she were the worst mother, ever.
"Oh, it isn't easy these days." He was home with two teenage boys who hated each other most of the time and then he'd find the two of them playing video games or maybe trying to try something on each other they'd seen on world wrestling.
"They should know better," Xander assured her he was having a hard time, too. After all, he never saw his husband Ducky who was a doctor. They faced time about once a week.
"But it's me, I'm sure it's me," Josie said she found it hard to do anything, lately. She didn't want to make masks for the kids. A few weeks ago, she'd made a dozen or so for her mother's friends and Henry's co-workers. Now she was exhausted and didn't even have a mask in the house. After all, Henry did all the shopping.
"It'll get better," Xander told her. He knew businesses were opening, yet there seemed to be more cases of the viruses. It was time to accept the fact. The virus wasn't going away, and he would always be sanitizing more, cleaning more, protecting his family more every day.
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