We were running late for Ravi’s third birthday party. Our son, also three, had been talking about this party for weeks. Since he is the youngest, he is always being dragged to his older sister’s friends’ events. He finally had a party of his own. For the past week, he’d walk into a room, declare “Ravi is my friend,” lower his glasses for dramatic effect, and skip out.
“Danielle,” my partner said, annoyed. “Why are you laughing?”
I was laughing. I looked at him, shocked at myself.
“I guess I just love that you’re upset,” I said.
I hold the…
“How are you?” I’ve just started seeing a therapist and this is always the first question she asks. It’s impossible to answer, so I don’t.
“How much time do you have?” I joke.
“About 45 minutes,” she says.
I want to tell her things she already knows. There’s a pandemic going on. I was furloughed and decided not to return to work to support my children through remote elementary school. My life has shrunk. Every day I imagine I’ve sunk deeper into my floor, a screw twisted a half-turn with each day that passes. But the pandemic is old news…