I remind myself that life is not black and white, and sure as shit, parenting in a pandemic is not black and white, which is why I am practicing living in the gray.

The pandemic has denied us access to family. I have also denied us access to family. I have drawn boundaries. I needed to.

As the pandemic progressed my confidence dipped because I was dependent on people, and as a general rule I don’t like people; the people did not disappoint, they were not following the recommendations…

If you are part of a mom-group, or at least were before the shutdowns, masks, and social distancing then you know that assholes run rampant in mom-groups; but assholes are often interesting and much like the anatomical nomenclature-- assholes are all different and necessary.