I cried today.
I cried yesterday.
To be honest, I’ve cried more time than I can count on my fingers.
This is so tough.
Our lives were turned upside down in an instant, and like so many of you, I find myself awake in the middle of the night, wondering how long I can stay afloat.
In the wee hours of the morning, my mind races as I think of the day ahead. A baby, a first grader, work, school; somedays my anxiety is through the roof.
I worry about my family. I worry about my aging parents. I worry about job security, and I worry for others—those businesses that may never open back up, the friends who are suddenly out of work.
The days have turned into weeks, and soon to be months. Life has become a blur.
But somehow, we survive. It’s not pretty, but we manage to make it work.
As the days drag on, I’ve turned into a real-life Jekyll and Hyde.
One moment I’m hugging my daughter, the next I’m yelling at her in frustration because she hasn’t finished her school work.
One second I’m smiling and grateful for the family I have, the next I’m cursing under my breath.
One moment I’m staring at my baby, wondering how I created such a perfect soul. The next, I’m crying because she is inconsolable, and I am just So. Dang. Tired.
