Last night I cried. I cried out of exhaustion. Out of fear and worry. I cried through the tiredness and uncertainty.
From the moment this all started, we were bombarded with ideas of using this time to organize, purge, start home projects, lose the weight, meditate more. Be more holistic, start our own business, you name it – the possibilities were endless.
Except they aren’t endless. For so many, this is more like treading water. Our bones are tired and our emotions, high.
I, for one, am not crushing it. I’m maintaining and honestly I’m doing a sub-par job at even doing that. Everywhere I look I’m reminded of all the areas I’m not adding up.
and at the bottom of that list? My sanity.
Can we be real here for a second? This isn’t just parenting. This isn’t just working from home or just teaching your children while managing your family, home, finances and everything else that goes along with it. This is far from a cake walk.
This is mothering through a pandemic.
Last night I cried. I cried out of exhaustion. Out of fear and worry. I cried through the tiredness and uncertainty….