Today I’m Giving Myself a Break. I’m Giving Myself Space to Grieve.

Of course at first I thought I had it under control. A month of staying home? Please. I’ve got this. I mean I may lose my sanity, but I’ll use this time to get things checked off my list and start living the healthy lifestyle I promise myself year after year.

Except, I didn’t.

The line items? They’re still there. I haven’t capitalized on this time. I haven’t spun up a new at home business or started writing my own book. I’ve lost zero pounds and have accomplished nothing. NADA.

I am in full on survival mode, treading water as best I can. And in all honesty, I’m freaking tired.

I miss my family.

I miss my friends.

I miss Target and buying things I don’t need from their dollar section.

I miss going to sporting events and school activities.

I miss my co-workers and my babies teachers.

I miss connection. TOGETHERNESS.

So today I’m giving myself a break. I’m giving myself space to grieve; to cry if I need to or eat a pint of ice cream. Am I emotional? Absolutely. Slightly unstable? Maybe. But there is nothing wrong with me and there’s nothing wrong with you either, sis. I know you’re tired and sick of it all. There’s no line item on “pandemic” that says you need to have your crap together 24/7.

You can be grateful and still grieve.

What you’re feeling? It’s normal. You aren’t alone. We’re in this together and we’ll come out of this thing on the other side – TOGETHER.

And when we do, I’ll meet you at Target with yoga pants of course.


This piece originally appeared at They Whine, So I Wine, published with permission.

Jennifer Thompson
Jennifer Thompson
Jennifer is a working mom, blogger, wife, and mama to one rambunctious little boy. Surviving motherhood with a good laugh, dance parties, lots of coffee and a glass of wine. Follow along with her blog for the not so perfect, unorganized and unfiltered working mom at

Related Posts


Recent Stories