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Work From Home Mom

 I want to write about what it's been like to survive my first week as a stay-at-home-and-work mom, but it's so overwhelmingly hard I can barely muster the strength to type. The school year for teachers started last Monday, and since the state gave us a 10-day delay for the students to start, we have spent that time from 8am to 3pm in online professional development, webinars, team meetings, and curriculum meetings, trying to prepare for a remote start to the year. 

It's kind of like when you have a new baby, and everything seems so magnificently hard... and then you have your second child in two years, and you realize when you only had one it was EASY! 

Since most international travel is still quite limited and the Guatemalan airport is closed, our plan to have dear Tia Mari return to take care of the kids when I went back to work has been thwarted. That's left us without any reliable childcare, and I've continued the role of stay-at-home mom as my role of work-from-home teacher commences. 

And after a week of trying to participate in online workshops on how to use Canva or rolling out our new ESL curriculum or a how to be an anti-racist while trying to put Maya & Mateo down for a nap, I can attest that zoom fatigue is REAL, and that working from home with kids at home is REAL TOUGH. 

Remember when I thought being a stay-at-home mom was hard? (It still is, and now it's only gotten harder!) Perhaps one of my future blog posts will be strategies for running a home and a household and a full-time job at the same time, but for now, I'm just happy I made it through week one... Only 174 until summer vacation. 


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