I found a remote IT job so I could work from home while raising the twins. That meant coding through nap times, typing with one hand while holding a baby with the other, and drinking enough coffee to power a small city. Sleep was optional; survival wasn’t.
And somehow, we found our rhythm—chaotic, but ours.
Then, this year, everything collapsed.
You know that old saying, “When it rains, it pours”? Yeah, well—life didn’t just pour. It unleashed a hurricane.
First, the twins’ daycare shut down overnight due to a COVID exposure. No warning. One day we had routine; the next, I had two toddlers bouncing off the walls while I was on Zoom calls.
Then came the pay cut. Twenty percent gone, just like that, after my company “restructured.” Corporate-speak for “You’re lucky we didn’t fire you.”
