Heather Monahan

Patience was clearly something I was going to get to work on.

The ups and downs during quarantine came fast and furious.

Some days I was so grateful to have my son and our health and our great view, cut to the next day when I would have a nervous breakdown and lose my mind because an unexpected package hadn't been delivered.

My stress levels were at an all-time high and I started to feel trapped in our small apartment.

Our washer and dryer broke.

The tires on my car went flat.

My dishwasher broke.

I forgot to make my son's lunch countless times when I had meetings and when he was in virtual school.

The blinds in my bedroom fell off the rod and I couldn't fix them.

No one would come to the house to fix it because of quarantine.

Ugh, those were not fun days.

But that wasn't all.

When school finally opened for in-person classes, they sent my son home with a fever and we were told to quarantine again.

My son's dog died unexpectedly.

My mentor passed away.

The air conditioning in my car went out.

Two of the keys on my Mac keyboard broke while I was writing this book.

I felt like Murphy's Law over and over again.

One day, my son and I got off the parking garage elevator to go to our car and the car was gone.

I started bawling.