By 8:30 a.m., sacred objects lined the newly clean playroom desk: A Labubu knockoff, a karaoke microphone, half a geode, a choice selection of Baby-Sitters Club books, the sole remaining LEGO house from some elaborate kit, and various Polly Pockets.
The second grader was reporting for remote school — or Zoom school, as we dubbed it when our older daughter, now an 8th grader, attended hybrid class in the depths of COVID restrictions.
Like many parents who navigated 2020-2022 with a child over the age of 5, I have lingering trauma from those years, from juggling work, kids, Zooms, every single day.
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