Friday. I find myself digging deep for my zen.
We had such a good day yesterday and I really thought we were moving in the right direction. But just like the virus that has us all locked away, my kids' behaviors and emotions come in waves.
Little E woke up on the wrong side of the quarantine and everything for him has been a struggle today. School work. Life. Meals.
The Yoysers are only 20 months apart. This presents some challenges. But the absolute best part of them being one grade apart, is that Big E did all of Little E's work last year. So if Mrs. Yoy can't figure it out (look, it happens...), Big E usually knows how to help.
I prepared my challah for shabbat and tried to keep the peace between the boys. It was like refereeing a four hour WWE match in my home. They were knocking over chairs and running into walls. I kept waiting for the Rock to roll in through the front door and finish them both off. They would pause for a bit, laugh and giggle, and then move back to the murder zone.
I attempted a zoom call with my leadership class, and Little E sat in my lap, devil whispering about fixing the WiFi the whole entire time. Thank goodness I could stay on mute, for the most part.
Before I lit the shabbat candles, I begged them to chill out for the evening. I just needed some quiet. Some peace.
We had dinner and since then, they've been eerily calm. I think all the wrestling wore them out.
I'm trying to keep perspective. I know that as hard as this has been on me, it's also been very hard on the boys. We have plenty of food and Mr. Yoy is still gainfully employed. We are very fortunate compared to so many others in our community.
I leave you tonight with a quote from one of my favorite writers, Glennon Doyle.
WE CAN DO HARD THINGS.
Because we can. And we will.