In February, 2024, Covid came to visit our household again. We knew it wasn’t gone forever, it just has a way of bringing everything to a standstill, especially when both parents get to quarantine and leave some of the jobs up to the teenagers to handle. In the midst of not feeling well, I found myself texting with my teens to check on the status of bedtime for the seven year old, and taking polls on what to order out for a few nights, since no one wanted me covid-cooking anything. By day six, I was starting to feel a little stir-crazy, trapped, chained in my circumstance. I had to take a step back to try to not only appreciate the fact that I was given the opportunity to pause, but also be thankful that at this point in time things would return to normal pretty quickly. This is a stark contrast to the quarantine the world had to endure back in 2020. I don’t think those of us mature enough to remember will forget for a long time to come, and we ...