We're going into our third full week of social distancing with a toddler. We've had many ups and many downs, but I do feel like we're in a good groove now. Amalia has been happier than ever. Maybe it's her age or maybe it's the fact that she gets to spend 24/7 with her two favorite people and one favorite doggie.
For many of us, the current state of the world is a very scary time financially... in addition to everything else. In our house, we run two small businesses and our income is now a tiny fraction of what it was before this crisis. We're lucky that we have prioritized saving money throughout our marriage so we have a small safety net, but, frankly, that won't last forever.
This week has been intense and overwhelming for pretty much every person on the planet. The collective grief of this whole situation is impossible to fully grasp. Reading the HBR article about naming our grief has helped me more than anything else I've read or heard.
The quotes below from the article resonated with me in a big way:
There is something powerful about naming this as grief.
Two days ago my family hit a breaking point. All three of us had meltdowns and it was a bad scene in this quarantined house. I knew something had to change and the only thing I could truly control was myself and my attitude. Because Lord knows controlling a toddler isn't always an option.
So I took on a new attitude that has been working for us ever since.
