Rough year

I feel like I’m holding my breathe.

Because of the kids, because of covid, because of my weird unknown symptoms, because of Henry’s fever and that birthday party we went to. Waiting to exhale. Fomo gave us covid...humans are so stupid. We are so stupid. 

Henry has a fever. I can’t breathe until I know he’s going to be ok.

I can’t breathe with worry about these bugs. My forearm aches. I am in perpetual anticipation of him shrieking. The only moment I can fully relax is after the two of them are fast asleep and by then my eyelids are droopy.