January 1st 2020: I remember the hope (to be dramatic), the newness, the potential. Oh the plans we made for the year. The goals, dreams, travels, etc. The possibilities were endless.
March something 2020: stuck. at. home. Worldwide pandemic with stay at home orders. School cancelled.
April 14th, 2020: still at home, like the rest of the world.
I wish I could say that I have taken this time to nail down a new hobby, organize my house, have all of the laundry done, and flawlessly be a Pinterest mom. However, that is not my story.
Bless those precious teachers when they teach my children day in and day out. Bless. Them.
Please know, I have had multiple breakdowns. I’ve cried sitting at my desk while working because I am overwhelmed. I have cried at the table when my kids were stir crazy and wouldn’t just sit down. I cried thinking about how many times I have snapped at my kids because I am stressed. But then….I was tired of thinking about ME and MY complaints.
- I may have cried sitting at my desk = I still have a job
- I cried when my kids were hyper = My kids are happy and safe at home
- I cried feeling like a failure as a mom = I can show an example of how to apologize and show I am human also.
- I’m stressed because my husband is gone at work and everything is on me = We still have two incomes when many people have zero income in this time.
- I have piles of laundry and dirty dishes = My family has clothes to wear and food to eat
Changing my perspective changed my attitude. Please don’t misunderstand me, I am sure to have more breakdowns. However, taking a minute to re-evaluate, adjust my heart, and be thankful changes how I react to stress. It is a choice. Definitely does not come naturally, but I would rather choose thankfulness in the midst of chaos than be a complaining ball of stress.
Happy quarantining, folks… we got this.