This time last year, I clearly remember the chaos that ensued on a daily basis. Between soccer, field hockey, school, husb teaching & coaching football, working out, and my job, we were completely underwater. But somehow we didn’t drown. We managed to juggle allllll of the activities/school work/parties/spin classes/etc. Looking back, at the time I felt overwhelmed and defeated but in all reality, we actually kicked that season’s ass, big time.
This year, things are quite the opposite. We do not hustle every morning to eat breakfast, brush teeth/hair and get to the bus stop, because the kids are currently attending school virtually. We don’t pack lunches at night. Soccer and field hockey practice do not exist this season. I do not speed home from work to get to spin class, which was my therapy. I am unemployed. We got a puppy. Husb is teaching from home. Everything is so, so different.
Don’t get me wrong; not working has actually been a blessing, because I am able to monitor the kids and make sure they are doing their work/assisting with Zoom, helping with math, etc instead of being in useless meetings. I get to hear random outbursts from second graders because they are not muted, which is always entertaining. Sometimes I cook dinner (yes I can cook), and I spin on the Peloton rather than go to a studio. The puppy requires a lot of attention, so I am usually following him around to make sure he doesn’t eat random shit my kids leave on the floor. My highlight of the day was seeing a hot-pink piece of chalk in his poop today.
Ha! I forgot to mention the biggest change from last fall and why all of these changes happened. You know. I am not going to say it, because I am sick of saying it. ANYWAY… The introvert in me loves staying home and not having plans. Cozying up on a couch with my pup (WHO AM I?) and a glass of wine is the best. I even did a puzzle the last few days. I finished it, but a piece (ONE PIECE!) was missing so I am assuming I will find that in the dog’s shit tomorrow. It’s all just getting OLD. Who would ever think that I would miss the crazy mornings, packing lunches, and rushing to get home from work to drive to practice? I miss my work commute and listening to my music and podcasts. I miss my daily trip to Starbucks to get my cold brew.
As I sit on my couch watching CNN (this has become my life), I know that this too shall pass. I cannot wait for the day when the C word is not mentioned on the news and we don’t have to worry about leaving the house because of a stupid virus. I need to learn to live in the moment and be grateful. I need to learn new recipes, be patient with my kids, write more, and just BE. While this all seriously sucks, I will look back at this time and realize that we kicked ass- just in a different (and not normal) way.
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