As I sit down to write this post, I find it hard to come up with words. It’s been a while. In that timeframe, the United States failed to contain Covid-19. All of the sacrifice seems to have been for naught as the virus rampages through the South and West. Will summer disappear as April did in some strange void? Life ticks along encapsulated.
I started writing this post at 7:30 am. It’s now 3:30 pm. Time has passed. Work was done. Kids were fed. More work was done. A dollhouse was built by my partner. We switched off. The kids are watching a show while I work and write this. We’re looking for a babysitter so we can do our jobs, because at this point, how does one continue? What’s lost trying to juggle everything? How does it impact one’s health due to this lack of time and increase in stress?