mommy and ME TIME

I love my family. But I wish things were easier. I gave birth to my son, my second child, during month 3 of quarantine following an already scary pregnancy and years of infertility. My 4-year-old daughter, already showing signs of anxiety due to the pandemic and sudden closure of her preschool, has responded to the arrival of her baby brother by having several daily accidents - both kinds! - following a year of being potty-trained. At least she’s going OK with being homeschooled...most of the time...because this mama teacher is not doing as well. If all that weren’t stressful enough, our 12-year-old dog started having constant accidents as well because her heart disease has worsened and her medications have increased. Also, my husband, in a bid to lose the covid 15, started running only to almost immediately suffer stress fractures near BOTH knees, which rendered him partially immobile for weeks. At least baby boy seems to be blissfully oblivious to it all and is also letting everybody get a good night’s sleep jk jk... Counting my blessings but also working to (literally) mop up what’s left of this horrible year.