I thought I was prepared for this. Everyone warned me: once your kid starts preschool or daycare, they’re sick all the time. And as the person who wipes their nose and brushes their teeth, you are also sick all the time. But truly, I wasn’t ready.
Part of the issue is that I have a gross autoimmune disorder that lay dormant for 15 years until our whole house came down with roseola. And whether it’s because of the disease or the medicine I take for it, I want to sleep about 10 hours a night right now. This obviously makes it challenging to take care of poor old Princess Beast.
But the real problem, of course, is that the pandemic is still raging. So every time your kid gets a cold, you spend several days freaking out that they have the ‘rona.
Anyway, we don’t have the ‘rona, for which I am exceedingly grateful. But we are all pretty ragged. Here’s hoping that you’re well and hanging in there.
I’m writing this newsletter with PB hanging over my shoulder, so I asked her if she wanted to say something. So here’s her contribution:
“I want to say, ‘Beautiful.’ I want to say, ‘I am beautiful. How bout that?’”
No lies detected.