Picture this, it’s Thanksgiving evening and your middle child has been talking about her elf and his arrival for months.

If you’re a mother, you will relate to the way I have been feeling lately.

It’s a typical Tuesday afternoon working from home. My cat is sitting on my keyboard, while I’m working on multiple projects.

As a child I remember Sunday dinners fondly—not just for the pasta, but because it was the one time a week the whole family gathered.

Recently my 12-year-old, Ava asked me if I kept any of my clothing from the late ‘90s to early 2000s.

For the past month I have been trying to tie up every loose end possible, so when I go back to work everything will be in perfect order.

The other day I was tagged in a Facebook post which requested I’d share all the exciting things about myself.

My mother told me I started reading at the age of 4. She also told me that I asked a lot of questions.

As you grow older you begin to appreciate the small things in your life.

It was a typical day here at Griffiths Academy, that’s what I call our remote learning situation right now.

My life is much different than it was 11 months ago. In fact, I feel like most of you can relate.