So I do love my job. And I’m somehow considered essential. But I really wish I could be at home with my son, as he is going through a lot right now. I considered quitting a few weeks ago but knew I could not reasonably afford to. Now, with the advent of COVID-19, my options are extremely limited. Not a lot of places are hiring for permanent positions right now. The places that are hiring are more on the front lines of this thing than I am comfortable with. So I’m going to have to wait out my term, but I am terrified.
I wish I didn’t have to choose between barely scraping by financially and my health. I already dropped 10 hours a week to help care for my child. And I’ve been doing my best to manage his care, through telephone interviews and web appointments and all the forms that have come in the mail.
But let’s ignore my stresses for a moment because today is my birthday.
Let’s start at the very beginning, with the coolest parents ever.
They had my lovely sister, Heather, and then they had me. I was born with a football-shaped head. It might explain a lot. Here is a picture of me with my father.
I have been blessed with two wonderful sisters. Here are some Halloween shenanigans.
My dear father passed away in 2002.
I am so grateful to have these ladies.
And of course, I have been blessed with wonderful aunts and uncles, and many lovely cousins to boot.
And then there are my friends, as intelligent and creative as they are strong.
And I would be remiss if I didn’t mention my niece and my own wonderful child.
Vi is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.
More recently, I have been blessed with an amazing, supportive boyfriend. His art continues to inspire and amaze.
So I would count my blessings on my birthday, but I don’t math and can’t count that high. It’s a quarantine birthday, but the way I figure it, I got a bonus decade. So I can’t complain. I love you all, and thanks for reading.