So, our limbo moment was horrific and hard, but we all tested negative and have been fine. We took some steps to remove some of our risk (my son has not been to daycare since), but we still have our family bubble, which is a risk unto itself ( Read more... )

My family is currently in limbo. Last Friday, my son came home from daycare with a drippy nose. We decided to get him test for COVID. His test came back negative. Then my daughter and I got sick, but with slightly different symptoms. We got COVID tested yesterday, and are still awaiting results ( Read more... )

I do not know if I can properly articulate all the thoughts and feelings I have all the time. I am angry. I am sad. I am exhausted. I am beaten down. I am anxious. I feel guilty for having so much privilege. I feel shame that I do not feel more grateful. I think about all the things I could be doing better. I worry that I am not trying hard enough ( Read more... )

My mom tested positive. I screamed when I got the news, even though I knew, I knew, it would happen. Due to her job in healthcare, it was only a matter of time. I keep trying to think of something to write, to explaining how much I hoped it would not happen. But I knew it was only a matter of time. It’s been eleven days since her first symptom. So ( Read more... )

I take most days by the schedule that we have built for my daughter. We have breakfast early enough so that by 8:45, we begin home schooling. At 9:30, I have my first conference call. Then it’s recess and snacks, more schooling. Eventually we hit lunch and, if we can, a family recess which is taking a walk together toward the lake. From there, we ( Read more... )

Welcome to the pandemic mind! Where every other day you have a panic attack that blindside you while you are washing dishes, reading a book, or trying to go to bed. You find joy in your life for about thirty minutes while you watch your kids cooperatively play or getting that much better at riding their balance bikes. Then it’s time to go back ( Read more... )

I wanted to make this post eloquent, but I’m too fucking tired of trying to sound well-rounded ( Read more... )

Hello, hello to all who still may come here randomly, look at month's past and wonder if I'll ever write, or how LJ is still even a thing ( Read more... )

It feels like only yesterday I wrote something about Aurelia turning five, and here I am to say...

Henry is now two.


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You may not believe it, but it's true.

As of yesterday, Aurelia is five years old.

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