Captain’s Log, USS Coronavirus: Day 15


We’ve been on this ship for, what seems like, years. I’ve been my crew’s hostage for, again, years. I don’t know the day or the date — I’m keeping track of my time in captivity by marking the wall. It’s bleak and depressing but I fear I’ll lose my mind if I don’t mark time somehow. Plus, my crew either doesn’t know how to use a calendar or is playing evil tricks on me. They keep telling me “it’s January the 81st”. Honestly, they may be right — I don’t even know any more. January the 81st sounds about right.

It seems that they will never leave me alone. Their most recent torture involves accompanying me on my daily chores of the ship. Not only have they let the laundress go and insisted I take over her duties, but now I must wash and fold with an audience. It’s daunting and, more than once, I’ve sorted things incorrectly and been scolded harshly. There is an expectation for a quick turnaround. They all have their favorite apparel and, if it’s not washed and ready for them when they want it, heads roll. Well, my head rolls.

Of course my most major role is in the kitchen. I believe I served no less that 300 meals today for a crew of 5. We are not a big ship but you wouldn’t know it from what’s in the walk-in fridge. Or, what’s not in the walk-in, I suppose.  I used to command this ship and now my domain is the kitchen sink. I rule it with a gloved fist. How the mighty have fallen!

Tomorrow is a new day. What the date will be? I have no idea.

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Allison’s mission in life is to notice the extraordinary in the ordinary. Her commitment to see beyond what’s in front of her was fostered by her degree in Philosophy and Theology from Boston College. Allison’s a book nerd and credits her parents and inspiring English teachers for her love of reading and writing. She went on to earn her Master in Pastoral Ministry from Boston College and then taught high school for several years, both in New England and San Francisco. After moving from San Francisco to Boston with her engineer husband, she began teaching yoga and working as a social media marketing consultant. Now a Portsmouth resident, she spends most of her days with her three daughters (she does not have enough arms) and does her best to find the bliss amidst the endless snacking, dance parties and tiaras. With all the beautiful chaos in her life, she’s grateful to have her partner-in-crime (husband Charlie) and fellow movie quote enthusiast alongside her. Her passion for writing first drew her to Seacoast Moms as a contributing writer, and her desire to connect moms of the Seacoast with businesses who serve and interest them led her to become SM’s owner. Being able to write about the ordinary grace present in motherhood, while interacting with incredible Seacoast business owners is a dream come true.