Reconnecting…

Oh boy, where to even begin?

I guess I’ll start with a warning that this blog post will likely be all over the map. It’s been a while since I’ve written anything and my mind is just rife with all this stuff I want to get out.

2020 has most definitely been a year that has come with a side of a lot of blows, and because of that, I stepped away from blogging for awhile. I think during this time, a lot of people seized the opportunity to really tackle their online presence. That, of course, was really smart because a good many of us were home and looking for some way to fill the day. As smart as it would have been to be constantly blogging and connecting, mentally I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

There are so many blogs out there right now, so many different social media sites to reach out and grab hold of an audience; Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, TikTok etc. and a great deal of people have been using all this free time to motivate other’s to do the things we have been putting off.

Now is the time! You are home, you have an abundance of time as most of the world is at home, stores are closed! Get in shape! Find inner peace! Organize your home! Get your office space in tip top shape! Downsize! Get in touch with yourself! Work at your relationship!

Wherever I looked, there was someone who seemed to have all their shit together, trying to tell me how to get my shit together.

As helpful as these people may be for some, can we all just take a moment and admit the bulk of us are emotionally and mentally hanging on by a thread and the idea of trying to accomplish anything right now, regardless of how much time we’ve had, was extremely overwhelming? Stuck inside, completely isolated from most of the people in our lives for months before the social circles were safe, I think it’s safe a lot of us used that time to try and cope with the insane changes that were taking place in the world.

Change is hard, no matter the age. For us moms with kids were were school or daycare age, there was a day when we picked our children up from school. They maybe took a little too long to get the the car, laughing and messing around with their friends as you maybe lost patience, reminding them you had things to do that day. They said goodbye to their friends, not realizing that goodbye would be for the rest of the school year. That unexpected change hit some of our kids really hard. As a pillar of strength in our kid’s lives, I think a lot of us were reluctant to admit it hit a lot of us just as hard.

For a lot of people, they were suddenly alone all day with their kids. What felt difficult at times before was suddenly this feeling of being out at sea in the middle of a storm with no navigation. It’s okay to admit, a lot of us were in over our heads. We were suddenly teachers, we were their friends, we were their one-stop shop for everything in their lives. Their activity programs, their socialization, their education. we were suddenly in these 24/7 parenting positions with absolutely no relief team, and I will be the first to admit, there were times when I was sinking, barely keeping my head above water.

Even for stay at home parents, everything changed. We had these relief points in place during the day. Parks, libraries, playdates, and other outings that would give us this opportunity to come up for air when the day got a little too hard, or the moods of our kids got difficult to contain or guide. Suddenly everything was off the table and we were it.

If I am being completely honest, my mental and emotional wellbeing had hit an all time low. Past traumas pushed under the rug, I don’t think I have ever been in this constant mode of survival.

Someone had commented to another mom in a similar situation that people who don’t have the strength to be parents shouldn’t be. Can you imagine being so high up on your soap box that you could say that to another person, especially someone who is struggling? I think everyone worldwide right now will admit that right now, in the midst of a pandemic where our norms are being redefined and every day we are hit with new changes and restrictions to our way of living, that we are all grasping for strength.

We have a global pandemic and a global civil rights movement happening right now, I don’t really think now is the time to judge parents who feel overwhelmed, especially if you are not a parent yourself.

If 2020 has taught me anything, it’s that right now is the time to exercise kindness. We are all going through something, and your judgemental comments really are an added weight on the shoulders of someone who is likely breaking their back to carry what they already are.

I guess the whole of this post is just my way of reconnecting after losing touch with my those of you who have been on this journey with me since it began and letting you know, I’m struggling too, so don’t take that hit so hard.

We’re all in this together.

Self Isolation and Your Toddler

Alright mamas, if you are like me and have had the common sense to stay indoors during this pandemic with your children (unlike the many who are still frequenting closed parks for whatever reason), you are likely losing your mind.

In the first week of quarantining, I felt hopeful. In the back of my mind, I told myself “I got this!” and went on with our days full of arts and crafts, activities and a bunch of other cleverly thought out activities to keep my little busy. At the end of week 1, I was still enthusiastic.

By the middle of week two, I went online and ordered a Little Tikes Slide for the living room because I honestly couldn’t keep up with the level of energy my one-and-a-half-year-old was just oozing… CONSTANTLY. I was insanely surprised to learn that ToysRus was considered an “essential service” and was open for curbside pick-up. I threw in a basketball net last minute for good measure because if I am being completely honest with myself, I was completely out of ideas.

That kept her busy for about… the rest of the week.

Without having the park and other outdoor activities to completely tire her out, I was dealing with constant tantrums.

Of course, this was the perfect time for a sh*t ton of teeth to come through.

Week 3 was around the time I developed a bit of an eye twitch, my hair started to fall out, and my acne flared up. *Insert hysterical laugh here* Kidding! But like, not really.

For all those moms who are home with their kids right now, I honestly feel for you. Now, if I had a child school-age… that’s a whole other thing. I honestly have so much respect for the moms home-schooling their children right now. You’re killing it, even if you don’t feel like it.

I just keep reminding myself that staying home is the solution. The more people who stay home, the sooner we can flatten the curve and the sooner we can put an end to this pandemic.

Now, *pours a big ass glass of wine* I am off to clean my living room for the tenth time today and fight with my toddler so I can change her diaper.

We got this!