If Only The Pandemic Was When I Was...
Anyone in my life knows I haven't handled this pandemic very well. It's a perfect cocktail of the extremely high expectations I put on myself + an incredible sense of responsibility for my children's education, mental health, and well being + wanting to do everything + wanting to do everything well + being an anxious worrier + little to no alone time or break from... well... anything = a sh*t storm for me. My mom has been on the receiving end of teary phone calls from me more times than I can count. My group chats have been on the receiving end of many pictures of dumpster fires to describe how it's going at my house on any given day. And I have been on the receiving end of text messages from friends checking in to see how I am doing (thank you, profusely, by the way). I sometimes find myself, after an occasional good cry in the shower (shower cries are just the BEST aren't they?! Such a good way to let things out), thinking there HAS to hav...