I didn’t see this coming. Everything was going along as expected, and I have to say this blindsided me. I didn’t want this. In fact, I spent my third day home almost in tears, wondering how I was going to survive two weeks with nothing to do.
Transition. That has described my life the past 6 years. Normally I would organize, clean, or rearrange with my extra free time. However, if everything goes as planned, we are moving again this year, so what’s the point in making my current space cute and more organized?

Memories. Memories of being a stay-at-home mom. I really wanted to be a good stay-at-home mom when my kids were younger, and it’s not that I was a bad one. We did weekly trips to the local zoo, the library, and local parks. We had family game night, family movie night, read stories together, and snuggled frequently. But in the midst of it, I can’t say I really enjoyed it. I had a Master’s Degree, and I wasn’t using it. Although I tried to do little things on the side to make money, it wasn’t really enough to help our budget. While we somewhat struggled financially, I was home all day because the cost of putting four small children in daycare did not make it worthwhile for me to work outside the home. My entire identity became changing diapers, washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning, and entertaining the kids. I was professionally unfulfilled and felt mostly useless. In addition, I was extremely lonely: home everyday by myself with very little adult interaction. Some mom’s say they were made to be stay-at-home moms, and I really wanted that to be me, but it just wasn’t.
Home. Now I was home for two weeks. After almost crying and basically feeling sorry for myself for about a day, I began to get excited about all of the possibilities! I was told by my employer that I could work from home, and that as long as I got my work done and put in a minimum amount of time, I wasn’t expected to work eight hours each day.
Possibilities. My brain now began to swirl with the possibilities. I had basically given up on my blog because of time constraints. Having a full-time job and four kids who are in sports and after-school activities, and several who struggle in school and need extra help with homework, absorb most of my time. I now had time to work and make my full-time income, while also having time to begin blogging again, and time to help my kids with virtual classes, to allow them to get ahead in areas with which they struggle.

Reflection. I realized it wasn’t being a stay-at-home mom that I disliked because it gave me so many sweet memories and moments with my kids. Instead, it was feeling like I wasn’t contributing to my family. If I could find a way to make a full-time income from home, and still have time to do some of the things I love, it would be a dream come true…as long as I could find some opportunities for social interaction!

Embracing my forced staycation. No, I didn’t want to be home, and what started as two weeks, has now because four at the minimum. No, I can’t even go to any of the local tourist spots. Yes, it’s eerie to go to the stores and see some of the shelves completely empty, and I’ve wondered if we may have to start using leaves as toilet paper. Yes, my kids are going stir-crazy from having to stay inside. However, for me, coronavirus has been an amazing chance to self-reflect on good memories, to better understand some of my past experiences, and to look forward to the future. No, I’m not excited that COVID-19 is affecting the health of people around the world. Nor am I happy that it destroyed my Spring Break travel plans. But I feel that life has now handed us what many of us silently asked for: a chance for life to slow down, time to do projects on our to-do lists, and time for us to explore possibilities for which we previously couldn’t find the time. For me that’s blogging. What is it for you?
As the saying goes…When life hands you lemons, make lemonade!





