I’d spent the last two years feeling like I was constantly disappointing my children in the name of “staying safe.” Our reward should have been to avoid it, but Covid found us anyway.
I almost can’t remember what I would do, pre-pandemic. My mind is running through the streets here in town, trying to picture myself going places. It’s like trying to remember a hazy dream.
Unmasked kids combined with potentially removing face mask requirements one week into the new school year, and you’ve got a perfect storm for worried, anxious parents.
“I think we have to tell the kids this time.” “I know.” My husband works for Air Canada — except right now, he doesn’t. He’s on his second layoff since June 2020. When we were both temporarily laid off in the spring, we didn’t… Continue Reading “‘Daddy isn’t working right now’”
For someone like me, who works from home, an extended holiday break is inconvenient and annoying but doable. Hell, I survived five months and 25 days of “March Break.” I can grumble through seven measly days. My real problem? I’m terrified it won’t just be seven days.