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New Normal, Ready To Pivot

My new normal and ready to pivot…

It’s Sunday and as I do every Sunday I am listening to music and writing.

This Sunday I have an officemate. He’s eighty pounds and since it’s storming he would really like to be a lap dog.

My guy AKA the majestic goldendoodle I call Doozer.

We are listening to YUNGBLUD Strawberry Lipstick today. The chorus “take it easy on me…”

I feel that in my bones right now. After working from home since the end of March I go back to working in an office in a week, with people. A few things, in all of this I continue to be incredibly grateful to be working. I love what I do. I love who I work for and who I work with.

So this is not that.

There are little things I am worried about.

There are also big things.

I have a routine with my daughter and the guy hanging out with me right now.

I don’t know the last time. I wore shoes.

I haven’t driven much. Pants? What are those?

Up until March for thirteen years I worked a job where I was on call from six AM to six PM. Then a new job and two weeks later COVID.

I was forced to slow down. Rethink everything and I have said this before as horrible as this all is… I gesture broadly. The time with my daughter. Phone conversations with my friends every week. I read books. I stop. I am thankful, I am grateful. I breathe.

As some people close to me say, we’ve had to learn to pivot.

Now it’s five months later and another pivot.

A change to my new normal.

And I’m scared.

Am I still going to do the things I’ve learned?

I keep going in my daughter’s room just because. She’s thirteen and is not amused. I say I am doing this because in a week I can’t anymore.

I wear shorts and t-shirts everyday.

I don’t do my hair.

Makeup… eeee…

Again I am thankful I have friends who have been dealt a much different hand. G’s Dad actually let me know he lost his job.

So I am incredibly aware of how close to the ledge I walk. And how incredibly lucky I am.

But maybe the worry, the fear, the nervousness is good. It means I’m aware of my new normal. I’m aware I am going to have to be ready to pivot.

And honestly at our core isn’t that what we do as Moms?


Be safe

Much love Mommas

<3 Caprise

The More Things Change

The more things change the more they stay the same. 

Except so much has changed.

I am not sure where you are, but in my part of the world we are on strict Stay At Home orders until at least the end of April.

Our schools closed right before St, Patrick’s Day. Due to the nature of my job I have only been home myself now for six days.

I like everyone, am trying to figure out my new normal.

My daughter is about to start her second week of homeschooling and I’m thankful we have a district that planned and has worked hard to make things not too painful on us.

I’m the midst of this … I’m starting a new job.

So… I’m trying to control what I can control. It’s something I have been doing since G and I first left her Dad. I get up. I do my hair. I get dressed. I even put on makeup. You may say why? I mean if you have been on a ZOOM meeting all bets are off.

But this is my ritual. My thing that I can control in a world that feels so out of control.

It’s my time to quiet my head. Or do my checklist for the day.

The big difference is now I put on a T-shirt, leggings and comfy socks.

With so much feeling out of sync, it’s ok to have those things, Please know though, the days of fake lashes and foundation are probably on hiatus, but a good mascara, lipgloss and a Bobby pin in my bangs make me feel better.

They say the more things change the more they stay the same.

For me I need this same, as trivial and silly as it may seem.

It’s my anchor.

I hope you have one too Mommas.

I am sending you so much love.

Be safe.

<3 Caprise