I don't feel like I can say this outloud. These thoughts are raw, and true, and I'm hesitant to put this out there. And yet, it is what comes to mind each time I ponder what to write.
Some of you are going to wonder what took me so long to get here. Some of you may not be able to relate. Here it goes...
This is hard!
Being a teacher, who is working from home, while my child is going to school at home - is hard. And it is mostly the parenting part.
I think the work part helps. It gives me something to do that is focused outside of these walls. There is so much to do that the days zoom by. (Did you see what I did there?)
And then there is this other layer, the part where I have a fantastic life partner who also parents, but they don't do it during the day, every. single. day. For the past nine months, they have gone to their office to work. The office that is 30 minutes from here. The office that doesn't have any parenting.
Yes, they do parenting and household chores and all the things you would want, when they are here. Which isn't all day, for 5/7 of each week.
There it is. I've said it. This raw truth I am living and I am not sure how to feel about it.