Make em’ laugh

even when you kind of want to cry

I cope with laughter.

My husband might argue with this, because he gets the bulk of my morose, doomsday feelings that are actually just anxiety masquerading as the end of the world.

But, before and after I descend into a doom spiral, I like to make bad jokes about situations. If I can turn it into a story or joke, it at least makes me feel like it hasn’t gone to waste, you know? You’ve got to get your money’s worth.

Like the rest of oh, *gestures broadly* the whole world, we’ve been sick, and sick, and sick again, and when I heard that families at our co-op were dropping like flies from the flu, just as everyone was finally feeling better from the last thing, this was my internal response:

We’ve got one man, maybe two, down as of today. We’re taking all the things. I’m opening all the windows and running the air filter at full blast. I’m praying the adults stay standing, but making sure our medicine cabinet is stocked. I’m thanking God for false spring and sunshine, Walmart+, and baby…