The deadline to decide between remote (virtual) and in-person learning for my kids is today. We have talked this through every which way over the last two weeks, going back and forth over the options as we tried to decide what was right for our family. We talked about keeping them enrolled but not sending them for a while. We talked about sending them part time. We talked about trying school on the computer again and what that would be like. I emailed back and forth with our principal and the school board, trying to get all the information I possibly could. There have definitely been some white nights on…

Big News: I’ve been slow resuming sort of normal activities that I haven’t done since the pandemic hit. It feels weird to be back out a little more, but at the same time… it feels so good. Almost to the point that I don’t want to enjoy it because I’m worried it will get taken away again. This week I got my haircut. I went thrifting for the first time. Today I mailed a parcel, went to Dollarama and went into a grocery store to stop. With a cart and everything. I’d be lying if I said I was totally comfortable with it all, but it wasn’t as bad or…

I have been a tiny bit stressed about work. And by tiny bit, I obviously mean I’ve had a white night or two about it. For those that are new here, I am an “occasional teacher”, better known as a supply teacher. I have been teaching for over 10 years and have been eligible to apply for permanent jobs for a while, but last year I made the decision to stay occasional for now as it allows me a little more flexibility. In the past I’ve had the freedom build my own schedule and take off days whenever I need to. With three kids, that’s extraordinarily helpful… particularly during flu…

Oh my goodness. It’s late… and I am SO tired. I didn’t write last night. Honestly, this week has been really overwhelming. There are so many big adulting things happening and even though I keep waiting for someone else to come and tell me what the answers are, no one comes. I need a magic lamp. Or something. So last night I turned my brain off and we watched a movie. Actually, we watched parts of two. We started one downstairs then decided to be responsible and go to bed at a reasonable time. …but then we went upstairs and turned on part of a different movie and watched that…

I’ve been trying something new this week. I have a confession: over the past few months, we sort of got in the habit of not doing our dishes after dinner. We’d put the food away and load the dishwasher, but inevitably we’d be tired or the kids would need us for something and we’d get pulled from the kitchen…. …and then just not go back to do them until the next morning. I never loved it, but sometimes facing the messy kitchen at the end of an already long day was just not something either of us were terribly interested in. We chose to relax instead, and for a while…