I have been afraid to write this. I am embarrassed that it has taken me so long. I’m fearful that I will say the wrong thing….that I will say something that is unintentionally inflammatory. Please know, if I have, it is OK to call me out on it. It is the only way I can learn. Being silent is no longer an option. By staying silent, I am speaking volumes. I am becoming (or already am) part of the problem. I am saying it is OK when it is clearly not.
This started out as a FB post. Clearly I had so much more to say.
Tonight was night one of McKenna being in the top bunk. She was in and out of her bed and room at least a dozen times. She’s a creature of habit and this change is big for her. The final time she crawled into bed with me and started sobbing.
It’s been 31 days of writing. Eighteen of them have been while social distancing. I’ve learned a few things about myself, my family and even you.
I woke up this morning from my week “off” due to spring break. Today I officially had to be ready to work and available for most of the day. The kids were still asleep when I reached for my phone to check the time.
Just before 7:00am.
It’s late and I’ve got nothing to write about. All the days have blurred into one giant cluster of nothingness.
Everything is the same and nothing is changing.
Like last week, the only thing that I’m differentiated today from any other is that my husband was home. All the days are blending. I’m beginning to see how everyone loses track of days when they are retired.
We’ve had to adjust a lot over the past few weeks. A global pandemic with a state mandate to stay-put will do that.
Most adjustments were not the kind I wanted to make.