All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it seems as though they’re here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Sitting here on my couch, with my entire house a mess (hello forts, Lego play and panic mode on my part, making me less stress about messes), I stumbled upon the movie “Yesterday.” My husband recorded it on our DVR and since we’re practicing social distancing, we figured it was a good time to watch it while the kids played on their own.
For those not familiar with the movie, it’s about a down-on-his luck musician, waking up one morning as the sole person who remembers the Beatles and their entire catalog of classic songs. Not wanting to give up too much (for those who would still like to watch it), he pretends the songs are his and instantly becomes famous. But along with the Beatles, other things were forgotten (or never existed like Coke, Harry Potter and even the 90s alternative band Oasis).
While those “lost” things aren’t really something to cry about (well, okay the Beatles’ music is pretty sad), we’re living in a reality where toilet paper is becoming an urban legend as members of local Facebook groups constantly try to locate some at their nearby store. Moms are freaking out about the lack of wipes, diapers and even formula. Pasta, canned goods, milk and meat are becoming scares as everyone is feeding into this Corona virus scare that the entire world is facing.
This makes me long for yesterday (or really last Monday), when I was at the market so nonchalantly for my family’s grocery needs. Knowing the chaos out there, I’m really wishing I grabbed those chips I was cravings, or that extra packet of meat I thought I didn’t need at the time. A yesterday where I was able to go about my normal life with my family instead of second-guessing a sneeze or cough by a stranger. A yesterday when it was business as usual and my two-week grocery store trip as just another stressful mom-of-three instead living in a nightmare of what’s becoming the freaking Hunger Games that we’re all experiencing with toilet paper and Clorox wipes.
I wasn’t really feeding into this whole virus scare, but now my emotions are all over the place. One minute I feel fine and the next I’m worrying about where I’m going to get milk from. I’m sure I’m not the only one, with Facebook mom groups and their posts testaments to the emotional roller coaster we’re all riding. I’m literally thinking about how to ration the eggs and bread I have now to last me as long as possible so that I don’t have to go out and go on a wild goose chase trying to find these basics.
I can’t wait until this whole manic episode of bad reality TV we’re currently living in is just another yesterday. In the words of the Beatles, “now I long for yesterday.”