Covid Blues

Because I’ve struggled with depression in the past, I tend to not let myself feel my negative feelings.

As soon as something like sadness creeps into my mind, I run it through a bunch of mental filters until it skims itself right out.

One of the most effective ‘don’t let yourself feel’ filters that I use is the relativity filter.

If someone else has it comparatively worse off than me, then I am not allowed to feel my own sadness.

So far with this whole Covid situation, I’ve not let myself feel sorry for my place in it.

There are people who have lost their loved ones due to Covid. I cannot even imagine that reality.

And then there are all the amazing women I know, who are keeping their heads up and trying not to drown under the weight of their new Covid realities.

I know Moms with four very active children under 11 at home during these times. I know a working Mom with two children who now works a full-time job from her kitchen table, day in and day out, with the kids under her care as well. At night and on weekends, she pursues her Master’s degree.

I know a Mom with two school-aged kids who works at a grocery store and has been juggling childcare for her children while putting herself on the frontline every day. When she’s not making sure people in her community have food to eat, she’s homeschooling her two children. At the end of a busy week of grocery store shifts, her over-washed hand skin literally falls off in sheets.

I know a Mom at home with two kids who is teaching her kids their homeschool programs, running her own company by day, and attending post secondary classes online at night once the kids have gone to bed.

I salute all of these women. I have no idea how they do it.

Because of realities like the ones above, I have not let myself feel my own sadness, and today I just feel like it’s been two bloody months of being resilient and cheery and I can’t fuckkng do it anymore.

To clarify- I Can do everything I Have been doing and I will continue to do so until I can get a job and then life will change all over again- but I just can’t keep pretending Covid hasn’t affected me either.

Here’s my reality.

I have a beautiful 13-month old toddler.

I have a husband that loves me.

I have a home that I’m very happy to have.

My husband was working from home with us for the first three weeks of Covid.

It was awesome.

Then he got called away to a job north of Edmonton, from Monday mornings-Thursday evenings.

That’s when the logistics of my new situation started getting tough.

My mat leave up until Covid had been pretty awesome.

I had joined the gym in Airdrie and had Sadie in childcare three days a week for 1-2 hours at a time.

I was accomplishing new fitness goals, feeling good about myself and most importantly, getting some time to be an adult away from my child.

I had a network of mom friends that I could visit throughout the week.

If the weather was crappy, we would stroll around CrossIron mall, or head to Walmart or Costco for a shop.

My mat leave was up on April 13th, and I had started applying to prospective employers on February 28th.

Then Covid19 happened.

Gone was the gym. The mall. The friend visits. The ability to walk nonchalantly into Walmart with my child.

With Ryan gone for most of the week, I’m alone. A Lot. In a small town where I know no one. In a house with a busy and emotional toddler who was supposed to start dayhome March 16th, but couldn’t because of Covid.

Little things like running out of groceries mid-week become big things. If it’s Tuesday and I haven’t bought enough meat for the week, I’m reheating frozen fish sticks in the microwave and eating them with old tomato soup I found in the fridge. If I want to make muffins to curb some boredom on Monday, I have to wait until Ryan gets home on Friday so that I can leave Sadie safely at home with him and go to the store.

My one big excitement is to go to the grocery store, and I always think it will be great, but then there’s all the directional arrows, security guards and unsmiling people who dart past you suspiciously and it just drains me. But it’s the only time I get to myself all week.

If I’m having a shit mental health day and it’s bad weather, we’re stuck at home now.

I spend her nap times applying for jobs.

I’ve applied for over 100 jobs and have heard Nothing back. Nothing.

I’m applying for jobs during a pandemic, and it’s the worst state our economy has been in in decades. I know this. But it’s still hard some days to not feel rejected. To just keep pumping out resumes and crossing my fingers despite the zero response rate.

I’m lucky to be receiving CERB, but it’s starting to weigh on me that I haven’t been a ‘productive member of society’ since Sadie was 32 weeks in my belly and I went on mat leave.

That’s 15 months of being at home, the last 2 of them being during Covid times on top of it.

My home is a lovely home, and lately I feel like a very isolated prisoner stuck within it.

I know my problems are smaller than most people’s, and I know that I’m very lucky for all the things that I do have.

I also know that’s it okay to not be okay, and that’s why I’m posting this today.

If you’re also feeling like shit during these times, I hear you. I’m with you.

Time Capsule- One Year Old

This blog was forged as a way to document my experience as a Mom, but also as a time capsule that I hope Sadie can look back on one day. That being said, today’s post highlights Sadie’s life at one year old (and almost a month in).

Prior to being Sadie’s Mom, I didn’t really like babies. I thought of them as giant, personality-less blobs. Would way rather play with a dog than a baby :)-

But now that I own one of these blobs, I am truly amazed by what Sadie can do/loves/can say/is learning at 12 months.

Without further ado, here are some highlights of one-year-old Sadie.

Her favorite things to do are:

  • Putting on and taking off her collection of 15 different plastic necklaces
  • Putting on and taking off her collection of hats
  • Putting on and taking off her collection of shoes
  • Climbing into and out of any box she can find (her rolling wagon, milk crates, diaper boxes, camping coolers, her old Baby Box)
  • Watching people walk by our house out her open window and saying ‘Hed-Do!’ (Hello) to them just as they’re out of view so they have to look around and wonder who said that
  • Presenting her plastic bath toy animals to you and making you put them all in a new spot in the room so that she can go get them and make you hide them all again
  • Pulling off her socks and shoes while she’s in the stroller and wiggling her naked toes in the air
  • Pulling down her shirt and pointing to her boobies and then looking expectantly at you to do the same (one day she wore a really stretchy shirt and spent all day pulling it down and admiring her chest; it launched a habit)
  • Pulling up her shirt and looking at her bellybutton and then looking expectantly at you to do the same
  • Lining up all of her toiletry products from her diaper change table in her windowsill and making you say the product names (gets particularly excited about sunscreen and makes fake grunting noises when trying to pick up the too-heavy Vaseline jar)
  • Practicing her letter sounds with foam letters in the bath (every sound is ‘AAAAAA’, apparently)
  • Giving pinecones to Mom and Dad on the front lawn as presents (each parent gets an equal amount of pinecones; very equitable with the sharing)
  • Pretending to pulverize pinecones in her little hands (paired with grunting noise for emphasis)
  • Passing you every single stuffed animal in her crib to name as soon as she wakes up (there are 7 of them)
  • Opening up her board books to certain pages that she likes and then sitting on them
  • Climbing up her learning tower like a spider monkey and then screaming excitedly as she tries to topple herself over in it
  • Driving her wheeled wagon into walls and then saying ‘Hep’ when she’s stuck against a wall somewhere (doesn’t know how to reverse it yet)
  • Pointing at birds out her bedroom window and saying ‘Bur’
  • Seeing birds from within her stroller and cawing at them
  • Seeing dogs from within her stroller and barking at them
  • Flushing the toilet while Mommy is still using it
  • Singing ‘THUN-DER’ (it sounds more like DUN-DER) when Daddy or I sing the intro to ‘Thunderstruck’ (pretty funny party trick)

That’s what I can think of for now. She surprises me every day, my little blob, with how funny and entertaining she is. I can’t wait to read this blog post back to her one day and have a laugh.

For now, though, thank YOU for reading this summation of who my little person is at this moment. We haven’t gotten out too much these days with Covid, so now you have a better idea what Sadie has been up to these days from afar. She is most definitely Not a blob!

XO, Em