I grabbed my laptop and opened WordPress in haste. It took about 3 tries before I finally remembered the correct password to even login and get to the dashboard. I’ve just managed to put a 1-year-old down for a nap and have a few moments while my food finishes to come here and give some sort of an update. Life has really been lifin’ over here and I’m stressed. I’m exhausted. It’s been a long summer.. surviving RSV after one week of daycare. Contracting, fighting, and quarantining from Covid. Chauffeuring my daughter to and from work shifts that begin at 5:30 AM, and now, football practices and bus stops.
Somewhere in between naps, I manage to eat and get some work done. But sometimes I’m too exhausted where I end up falling asleep myself. Miraculously, I’m still able to meet my work deliverables. But knowing that I’m not able to give things my best takes a toll on me. I keep reminding myself how different things would be if we still weren’t battling a pandemic. How my days wouldn’t be so mentally exhausting and physically draining because I’m stretched so thin on the daily.
I’m working on trying to develop some sort of routine. And perhaps with that routine, there’ll be more blog posts. I always forget how therapeutic this little space can be. But as I develop this routine, I’m developing it with the understanding that I have to be ok with the fact that every day won’t necessarily be the same. That some days will be completely different from what I planned for and that’s ok.
I’m hoping that all of you out there are hanging in there. :)