I’m choosing to be optimistic because my kids will mirror what I model, and I want them going back to school feeling excited to see their friends and teachers. I want them counting down the days and planning what they’re going to wear. I want them to have that feeling of normalcy again.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but now that our daughter only wants to wear store-bought jeans and T-shirts, I’m having a bit of an identity crisis. When school is back in session, I won’t be the mom who sews cute dresses with matching hair bows.
I am exhausted. Truly. We are in parental damage control mode, where it’s all about just surviving the next month and getting to the finish line that is Sept. 8 – the first day of school.
Charge me triple for school supply fees. Ask me to buy hazmat suits for the class. Enlist me to be a volunteer bus monitor to make sure kids keep their masks on. Anything. Seriously, I will accommodate literally any request, as long as my kids can return to school and have a mostly normal life again.
I feel a huge amount of guilt over screen time lately. I try to stop obsessing over how much I wish things could be different. I wish they could be playing games and running around outside at day camp, but that’s not an option. I wish my husband’s schedule meant he could do fun activities with them while I worked, but it doesn’t. I wish it didn’t fall on me to provide or suggest ways for them to entertain themselves all day long, but it does.