I mean, it’s been almost two years. Our lives have been pushed, pulled, ruled, and designed by Covid.
And I’m feeling very over it.
I know. Everyone feels this way.
I’m a good little mask wearer where people ask me to be. (We aren’t masking in school unless we want to, and sometimes I want to.)
I waited 5 days for an “instant” result to a covid test last week.
I wash. I disinfect. I teach kids in the classroom and set them up to learn at home if they’re not here. I answer SO MANY EMAILS. I do the things. I mitigate. Oh, baby. I’m mitigating like there’s no tomorrow.
And I’m so tired of it.
I’m grateful that it’s not affecting me in any kind of terrible way. I’m so glad not to be sick or scared. But I’m tired.
And maybe this is life now.
I can live with it, but I’m not delighted.