I’m a homebody and an introvert, but being home all day, every day with my kids during lockdown with no breaks and almost no adult interaction beyond the Chaplain has been a hit to my mental health. Through it all, though, there have been little things that pepped me up when I was falling apart. Here are five of my favorites from the last week or so:
Life has been tough.
I used to pick a smallish, easy thing I accomplished each day so that I could cal the day a Win. If I had a little cluster of wins, so much the better. Those things you put on your to-do list that are already done, to have the satisfaction of crossing them off? They are fair game for Wins.
Here’s a quick round up of the things that have helped me the most in the past week (As an introvert home with seven kids):
I went to the grocery store for the first time since we got back from vacation today.
Normally, I shop like it’s Armageddon. We have a household of nine and it stinks to run out of stuff. As usual in the weeks leading up to our trip, I let our pantry supplies dwindle to leave less that might go to waste or be nibbled on by mice while we were away.
The second week of our trip, we watched the news as things slowly ramped up. When we arrived in JFK just a little over a week ago, the airport was deserted.
By the time we got home and the Chaplain did a grocery run, we picked up a few things here and there as we slowly got a list together for a bigger grocery run and reoriented to life in the Northeast again.
We ran out of pasta and toilet paper around the same time the grocery stores did.
Yesterday was The Longest Day. It happens once a year when we come back from our trip to Tobago. We fly in to JFK, then drive back up to Albany, and no matter how wonderful the weather is or how smooth the drive, it seems to take forever.
This time, everything went nearly as well as it could have. We made it through the whole process and home sooner than we’d hoped, on a beautifully clear sunny day.
At a rest stop on the drive home, I ended up stuck in a bathroom stall with a two-year-old who was terrified of the toilet, and discovered too late I was in a stall with no toilet paper.
