When this all started back in March 2020, I, like most people, was terrified?of my husband getting sick, my kids getting sick, my older parents getting sick. I was scared our small business, which services offices, would never recover, which would mean selling our house, finding new jobs, and starting all over again. Even the idea of running out of toilet paper kept me up at night. But I also felt strongly that finding ways to keep our collective chins up would see us through. I wrote about how I was practicing yoga, gratitude and meditation?yes, I was that annoyingly positive woman. But for me, it really was how I was coping. I was enjoying my family being together, leaning into them on the darker days. 
Cut to 20 months later and that positive attitude has given way to a feeling of drowning, or at best, just keeping my head above the surface.  It seems I?m surrounded by so many people who have returned to some semblance of normalcy, or at least are no longer operating under the same strain of pandemic life that overshadows my days, but for me, life is just as hard, and in some ways, harder. A year ago, us parents were all on the same sinking ship, navigating homeschooling or caring for younger kids, or both. I was homeschooling my 6-year-old and caring for my 18-month-old at the same time and it was truly brutal, but I had people to commiserate with. 
Now, older kids have gone back to school and most of my friends have sent their younger kids back to daycare or have so...