I looked back at the last post I wrote three years ago, and I had to laugh. At the time, I thought that was a bad year. And then 2020 came along and said, “hold my beer.”
Everyone has been affected by the pandemic. Some people much more than others. Although this past year has been so tough, especially with raising littles and being confined mostly to the home, I realize it could have been a whole lot worse. The highlight of the year was welcoming a new baby boy in August of 2020. I spent much of the pandemic being pregnant, taking care of two wild kids, working from home, going on maternity leave, and working from home again while the kids returned to daycare. Being pregnant and birthing a baby with a mask on during a pandemic was an interesting experience that I will probably write about one day.
Unfortunately, last month, the entire family got the ‘vid. Thankfully, we knew we were exposed before we had gone anywhere so we were able to quarantine immediately without risking spreading it. I am so grateful to say that we are fine and everyone is fully recovered. Although health-wise we are fine, mentally, it was a freaking nightmare of a month. Both my husband and I were sick at the same time with flu-like symptoms and extreme fatigue, and the kids remained high energy and obviously weren’t able to be in daycare. So between worrying about survival (I know we are youngish and healthy, but the “what ifs” kept me up at night worrying especially with the new baby), trying to rest (which is impossible if you have kids), trying to work from home once we were feeling better (not ideal since kids don’t care if you’re on a conference call), and being confined to the house, there would have been no better time to chug a few beers, jump out the emergency exit, and head for the hills.
As you can see from the “real life” pictures above, it was a crappy month. The fake poop pictured on my shoulder is from Amazon and I highly recommend if you are trying to prank someone. My son gets a kick out of it, and it looks so real that I still get surprised and grossed out when I see it. But the silver lining to this whole story is that we are all healthy and well, we got to spend some good old fashioned quality time together with our fake poop, and we now realize that daycare, although expensive, is worth every penny.
How are you making it through the pandemic with littles at home?
