(Helpful reminders about my family that are relevant to this post: My household consists of myself, my husband, my partner, and our five kids. Husband works from home. Partner has Chronic Lyme.) Yesterday was a bad day. My great uncle died of cancer. My family cannot have a funeral for him, because of the global pandemic. I was informed of his death in the afternoon, while Husband was at the grocery store and Partner was sick in bed. I tried to continue to parent while having phone calls with various members of my family. It was difficult to think straight. It was difficult to remember what I ought to be doing. At 5pm, one of the kids asked, "What's for dinner?" I responded, "Oh shit." I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be making egg rolls from the cabbage in the garden, which is a long process that I should have started an hour earlier. It felt easier to me to carry on with the original plan and have an incredibly late dinner than to try to take