My end-of-week-2-of-quarantine non-pandemic reads: bye bye family routines

© Joe Woodhouse, The New Yorker Plus, my attempt to be an armchair epidemiologist: my triage take (this is not going to end well) We’ve somehow survived just over 2 weeks of quarantine in our cramped flat without managing to strangle each other. It’s amazing that as parents, you can spend months and months trying to get your child into a pattern and set of routines, only for it all to get thrown out the window when something like self-isolation comes into force. To hell with what all the so-called ‘baby experts’ say about limiting your kid’s screen time and giving them a balanced diet and establishing clear routines and getting fresh air and…and…and…our daughter has been watching 8 hours of cartoons a day, eating pizza and pastries and other unhealthy crap, running around the flat attacking the cat with various household objects like a maniac and generally causing all sorts of havoc. She has yet to wreck one of my online lessons, but it’s probably only a matter of...