I can't even buy groceries

There were two accidents right down the street from my apartment. I assume it is because everyone is in such a huge hurry. The panic taking place where I live is insane. No water. No bread. No eggs. No meat. No toilet paper. No paper towels. Diapers, wipes, and formula are all running low. I know it will eventually stabilize. Nonetheless, this reaction amazes me. Maybe there's something I'm missing? I'm hoping it stabilizes by the time my little one has their first birthday. Terrible timing, I hope all goes well.

I hope that everyone takes care of themselves, and helps out their neighbors, strangers, and friends if they can. I really hope this epidemic ends soon. I hope that it doesn't become as big as it feels. I hope all loved ones are well and accounted for at the end of this. I hope if there's any opportunity I see to help, I jump in without hesitation and do the best I can.

Comments

Where are you spring break??

To say the least, I am so ready for spring break. I'm already envisioning the deep cleaning, packing, and relaxation I'll hopefully get done. I also am in desperate need of a break from being a Mom. My 11 month old is teething, so he is needing me more than usual. Poor baby is in pain. However, I am mentally exhausted. I am so tired of school, pumping, cleaning, and feeling sick. A couple of weeks ago my baby was sick with a cold, double ear infection and he was teething. At first, I knew he was sick with a cold, after all, I wasn't getting much sleep because of it. That Thursday, we couldn't keep his temperature down, I was so worried. I took off the school day, called his PED and brought him in. Thank goodness for modern medicine and Peds that are family friends. I don't think I could afford a trip to the ER. Last week, my fiance's mom, who watches the baby frequently, was sick. I ended up missing my night class both weeks for my baby being sick, and then b

SOL, let's do this 💪🍒

This is my first time doing the SOL challenge, hence the cherry icon (; I hope you have a sense of humor. If not, I probably wouldn't keep reading. My life is raw , sometimes uneventful, and on the more eventful moments, I drink enough wine to wonder if I'm a borderline alcoholic. Just kidding! I'm definitely not, I'm okay, I promise! In a world where I constantly feel the pressure of upholding a sense of professionalism and always trying to be the "bigger person" (It's pretty difficult when I'm barely 5'1) it's nice having a place to unwind and be free of judgment , expectations, or criticism . I grew up in a household that held extreme expectations for me, not sure how my other siblings got out of it. But being the oldest and being a, dare I say it, preachers daughter, it was exhausting . In this fast-paced world that doesn't seem equipped with an emergency brake, I'm hoping to find peace in the madness . I guess this is my wa

The Teething Monster

I'm hiding. Yogurt in on hand, spoon in the other. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I hear the door to my room creak open. Maybe if I hide under the covers I won't be noticed. My breathing s l o w s and my eyes close. I feel the covers being tugged away. I hold on as tight as I can. Then the fear overwhelms me. I let go. I lay there, uncovered, but clothed in irresolution. All I wanted was to eat my yogurt. The shrill cries and outreaching arms have me trembling. I throw a teether. Unsuccessful. Its thrown back. I offer a breastmilk pop. He takes it. It seems to calm the beast. Or so I thought. The beast lifts the breastmilk pop high. He quickly and repeatedly swings it towards the ground. Every blow connecting to the floor and pieces fly, it is hailing frozen milk. I am overcome with defeat. The monster's face is streaming with tears and my heart softens. Fear retreats. Frustration subdued. I am overrun with compassion and tenderness. I

Search This Blog