It’s 3:35am CST, and I am up. I woke up at 2:30, walked down the stairs, and am now prepping for my day. I am confident that I’m not alone.
As most of us (unless you’re an idiot on a Florida beach trying to Spring Break right now) start to prepare for what will likely be a weeks-long lock down/shelter-in-place situation, the last few days have been almost surreal. The “what-ifs” float through your head, the fear for family that you cannot see because they are elsewhere on your mind, the realization that the world we will emerge in to after this is all over will be changed forever.
I am a mother with three children, learning how to “home-school,” while being semi-trapped (slightly joking) with a husband who is a social butterfly, and in these first few days, still trying to manage a new, more than full-time job remotely at a company that is in transition, while my husband learns how to be a remote worker for the first time. Oh – and I’m a natural introvert who plays extrovert for work, so all I want is an hour of alone time in my own home.
What does that all mean… It means that I’m up at 3:47 am (now) getting my thoughts out of my head so I don’t cry, about to work on a deck that an oblivious account manager over-committed to the client on, while thinking through how to lay out the schedule for the kids and figure out what to feed 5 people for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
This is a moment of weakness, and I know lots of us will have them in the coming days. Forgive my moment of negativity. At the end of the day, we are all in this together – even while isolating. And after my first cup of coffee, all will be good again!