I've recently gained a bit of perspective. A three day migraine will give you that.
I mean, I'll admit, for the first few hours, it was pretty awesome. After a week at home with my toddlers, I had scored myself a break (albeit with a thundering headache) and was thankful for a bit of social distancing from my husband and two toddlers.
But the headache escalated. I've never felt anything like it. I took all the things-nothing gave me any relief. I couldn't get up and walk around but it also hurt to lay flat.
I found myself longing for the day prior- a day when I was tired and frustrated but not in physical pain.
I'm embarrassed to admit that earlier this week, I was feeling sorry for myself- my plight of (gasp!) staying in a beautiful home with the people I love, 24/7. I complained to a friend that I was "not OK" and questioned aloud, "how long we were gonna have to do this?"
Being stuck in the house sucks. My patience has been tested. My marriage has been tested after a week of exchanging a few “don’t try me” glances with my husband after a full day of family togetherness (unrelated, but also related: Do men even see messes? Like do they block them out entirely or are they just unphased?)
It's hard. It is. But you're healthy. Thousands of people in our country are not.
And while we're complaining about not having enough activities to keep our kids busy, over 300 families in this country are planning funerals for people they love right now.
Be present. Be grateful for what you do have. Hug your people.