Allow me to begin by welcoming you to our story. I assume you stumbled across us somehow or other and something caught your eye. Chances are, that while this is the first entry I am writing, it is not the first post you’ve seen. I’m guessing you back tracked to get some details on who we are and why I write. So let me help you catch up on our lives to this point.
At the time of writing this post, I am 46 years old. My husband, also known as Gorilla, is 50. We have one 12 year old son, who we affectionately refer to as Monkey. And our oldest is a furry feline daughter named Ringo.
We are about 8 months into the “Great Pause” as Covid has altered everything about our day to day lives. I am now working from home. Monkey has been schooling from home. We go no where except to my mom’s house and the grocery store.
It’s been emotionally challenging to say the least.
Luckily we all like each other.
Gorilla works in a retail environment. Not his first choice of gig, but events seem to always keep him there.
I am a sales admin for a Japanese technology company. Which isn’t nearly as interesting as I just made that sound.
Monkey is in 7th grade. He has invisible disabilities that he works really hard to overcome. He’s been a vegetarian for about 6 months now.
And about a month ago he told his father and I he thinks he is gay.
I don’t know if I am doing this parenting/wife thing the right way but I am doing the best I can. I decided to start blogging about it now because when Monkey was little and we were all going crazy trying to figure out what was going on with him physically and seeing a dozen different specialists only to get nowhere, it helped at the time to write about it. And other people read it and I made friends with many of them.
Fast forward to today. Puberty and LGBT and quarantine and menopause all has me feeling like I need a safe outlet to share my fears and trials along with my joys and triumphs.
So please, drop me a comment. Tell me a bit about yourself. Follow me, I’ll follow you, and maybe we can find some connection during this third round of isolation.
Peace,
Xina, AKA Monkey’s Mom
Our Monkey Life 