Cold Brew in January

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Zoom PTSD

Written November 2, 2021

I didn’t want to go home this morning.

Today is Election Day, and in years past it was a day off for kids while schools had a day of professional development. Thanks to a year plus of remote school, the decision was made for our kids to never miss an instructional moment. So today is a day of asynchronous work for school-aged children.

Remote school was fine for one of my kids and absolutely painful for the other. Painful for her meant painful for us, and our relationship took a hit on the days we had to manage remote school.

We’ve been fortunate to be back to in person school, with few interruptions thus far. But waking up today and knowing what was in front of me brought back all the feels and frustrations that we dealt with for so much of the last year and a half. The ripple effects of the pandemic continue to show up in ways that take me off guard, and I want to be back on steady ground.

Today we’ll take it one assignment at a time, I will vow not to lose it over whether or not New York was circled in blue for the map worksheet, and we will go back to school tomorrow skipping all the way. Or running all the way. Some of us may be sprinting. We’ll see.