Parenting in 2022 sucks. It’s been 690 days since the last time my girls were in school. It was hard then. This is going to be a different kind of hard.
2 kids got in the car with all of their necessary accessories.
1 kid was going for her 2nd Covid shot and both were going for their flu shots.
E, the 9yr old, woke up with a raging bloody nose.
That should have been red flag #1. This day was going to be…interesting.
“E started screaming louder, begging to not get the host. B covered her ears….I pulled B in close…we sat there, taking in the gravity of the moment. Well, I was.”
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And at that moment, I realized I provided a great opportunity for my kid to be abducted on the same day I had one get a life-saving vaccine.
But that damn plastic wrap won’t budge.
An unbreakable barrier. Not an impossible one. But a boss level barrier.
I thought I had it all figured out. Then somewhere between taking the leap and flying – I fell atop a cloud on a no-breeze day.
And it is here where I sit and watch each piece of my life balance on the precipice of surrender…or fight.
I am tired. Am I not enough already?