Moms don’t need to hear we’re going to miss this. We need to hear we’re going to make it through this.

Today I have been the mean mom, the tired mom, the overwhelmed mom, the anxious mom, the impatient mom, and the want-to-turn-in-my-mom-card mom.

I’m sitting here, two kids way past done with potty training, and I’m crying over diapers.

This is such a weird time. Social What?? Sheltering-in-Place? No TP left? Hand sanitizer a thing of the past? Everything is closed?

Guess what? Not all is lost.

I was sitting at a table with a handful of women, most of them brand-new acquaintances to me as of that morning. The goal was to eat breakfast together and while doing so, go around the table and ask and answer a few, previously chosen questions in the quest to learn more about each other and become better acquainted.

The last couple of weeks have been stressful, to say the least, but they culminated in realizing today that my husband and I missed an important event which occurred this morning.

A couple of weeks ago I missed my daughter’s parent-teacher conference. Like just plain forgot it. The meeting was requested by her teacher so we could touch base on some things. I requested a particular timeframe and the confirmation paper was sent home in my daughter’s folder the week her dad and I were so sick. And I was a no-show.

It’s time for another progress report. Life has been BUSY lately. The crazy illness going around had us all knocked down for a couple weeks, and we’re finally digging our way back out. It makes me extremely thankful for the good health we enjoy most of the other times.

A few months ago, my beloved grandmother passed away. It was not entirely unexpected, but the passing of such a cherished and monumental person in my life threw me into a tailspin. My world suddenly looked different and took on a different meaning. In some moments I didn’t recognize myself and in other moments I feel like I reverted emotionally to the person I was as a child. They say that the death of someone close to you changes your perspective on life, and I can certainly vouch for that.

Has anyone else out there felt like they were messing their kids up – like someday you’ll be receiving bills in the mail for your kids’ therapy? Do you have days where you feel like either you or your kids won’t survive through the day? Or is it just me?