It’s day eleventy-skillion of being home with the kids.
I still enjoy the down time.
But I’m tired.
I’ve completely given up on the distance learning.
If the kids don’t feel like doing something or the assignment is a little (or a lot) over their head, or if it requires my intervention and assistance, then my answer is the g-rated version of
I’m tired of cooking.
I really enjoy cooking, but maybe not like 5,000,000 meals in a row.
I’m tired of people just being really stupid on Facebook.
I’m tired of ignorance.
I’m tired of people politicizing everything and being unable to just fucking do what is in the best interest of humanity.
I’m tired of uncertainty.
I’m tired of not being able to answer my kids’ questions with an answer other than I don’t know.
I’m tired of my kids missing out on stuff.
And I love my kids with the intensity of a thousand suns, but to be honest, around 5 pm every day I get a little bit tired of hearing Mom. Or Mommy. Or both.
I’m tired of not having any privacy.
I’m tired of not being able to just hang out with my mom and dad. Inside. Within 6 feet of them.
I’m tired of wondering when things will return to normal.
I’m tired of waiting for a vaccine.
I’m tired of seeing people spread misinformation.
I’m tired of hearing about people dying. Because they are sick. Or black.
I’m generally pretty positive.
I have so much to be thankful for. I want for nothing.
My family is healthy and we have a beautiful back yard and plenty of food and ways to connect with people and everything we need.
We might have a house that’s loud and a little chaotic sometimes, but it’s also a house full of laughter and activity and… life.
And most of the time I focus on the good stuff.
But right now, well… right now I guess I’m just really tired.