Today we were supposed to be paroled, the last day of Lockdown.
But season 2 starts tomorrow. Another 2 weeks.
Today the kids would have been back at school, 2 days. Aiden having hockey practise.
Today I was supposed to be in Durban for 2 nights for a work awards event, socialising, congratulating, and dancing the night away.
Today I would have gone to bed and woken up to see my parents, and then my dear friend visiting from Oz, for an amazing awesome girlie spa trip to Indigo Fields.
Instead today my brave face washed away somewhere between work calls, deadlines, tantrums, treats, tears, unpacking the dishwasher and remaking a fort.
For the most part I am grateful and I am doing fine. I am loving being home with my kids, and face timing my sister at stupid o clock in the morning, venting to Mom, checking in with my besties and making new friends that are getting me through these groundhog days.
But not today.
Today I am frustrated, upset, angry, sad, resentful, and utterly overwhelmed.
But I know that this too shall pass.
Tomorrow will be better.
Tomorrow I will be brave.
Tomorrow I will once again be grateful.
for the pause,
for the opportunities,
for the privilege,