It’s 11:09 am on a Tuesday morning. I’m still in my pajamas, and I’ve went back to bed once already, hoping a catnap will give me a spark of energy. Anxiety, fear, and confusion have been running through my mind for weeks. Feelings of incompetence weigh heavy on my heart, and I can honestly say that I’ve never felt more lost.
I can’t go on like this.
The pressures of running a cleaning business during a
pandemic, overseeing my children’s homeschooling, and trying to keep the
household functioning in a normal manner are making me feel like my head is
going to explode.
When I’m working, I feel guilty because I’m not at home
to help my youngest kids (10 and 16 years old) with their school. I worry the
teachers think I don’t care about their education.
When I’m home, I stress about the bills and whether
I’ll have enough money to make ends meet.
I’m never fully present in either situation.