Tag: parenting in a pandemic
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Reentry Tales – What Is Normal Anyway?
Reentry is tricky business and there’s nothing normal about it.
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Social Distancing Week 52…525,600 Minutes
525,600 minutes and we’re still here to see what comes next. That is a gift and a reason for some celebration.
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Social Distancing Week 51…Vaccine!
This time last year, the COVID-19 vaccines did not exist. Today, only about 16% of the US population has received a vaccine. The fact that I am lucky enough to be so early in the distribution is both bonkers and humbling. I do not take a moment of this for granted.
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Social Distancing Week 50…”Coronasomnia”
COVID insomnia – or “coronasomnia”- is a thing. Google it if you need a rabbit hole to wander down. The results of my search gave me article after article assuring me that I am not alone in my current sleepless nights – despite the evidence in my own home provided by a snoring husband, snoring…
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Social Distancing Week 48…Peeking Over the Pandemic Wall
There are days when the absolute last thing I want to spend my limited mental energy on is peeking over the pandemic wall to catch a glimpse of what might be. But if I want a real chance to be better prepared for life post COVID-19 than we were for life during COVID-19, I have…
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Social Distancing Week 47…Simpler Celebrations
The reminder that things don’t always have to be to spectacularly over-planned to be simply spectacular has been a gift of this strange time.
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Social Distancing Week 46…Deep Breaths
I have begun to wonder this week if I’ve actually been holding my breath for the past 11 months. Each vaccinated person in my immediate sphere is like a little dose of extra hope and is accompanied by the gift of deeper and cleansing breaths for me.
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Social Distancing Week 45…Problematic Togetherness
At this exact moment in time, I strongly dislike my entire family. Truth be told they’re probably not my biggest fans right now either. I love them like crazy, but am so over them being around ALL. THE. TIME.
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Social Distancing Week 44…Spontaneous Tears
44 weeks of running on fumes and having to repeatedly pivot to new ways of doing life/parenting/work, combined with angst surrounding national security in the wake of the attempted insurrection, anxiety over new and more aggressive COVID variants, the close-but-not-close-enough promise of being vaccinated, and deep concern about the current state of my eldest child’s…
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Social Distancing Week 43…It Didn’t Have To Be This Way
Friday, January 8, 2021…12:28pm The end of week 43 As my sister-in-law said on Wednesday, 2021 said to 2020, “Hold my beer…” What do we have to do to get ourselves out of the bad dystopian novel in which we are living? As if the 43 weeks of pandemic life weren’t bad and bizarre enough….this…
We're All A Little Broken 