Parenting small kids through this quarantine is a disaster. The kids are regressing, angry, and lonely. Everything I promised myself I wouldn't be as a father I've become. Not looking for sympathy, just saying it out loud because so many other parents are whispering their shame.

The “good” news is that therapy is more accessible over video calls and less disruptive than it used to be, for kids and adults. Still costly, with little insurance support. Still it feels like every month we lose a year of development. And our friends report the same.

Anyway I know I'm not the only person who is trying to de-escalate some argument about going outside for a walk in masks, only to utterly lose my shit when a kid I'm trying to soothe slaps me in the face. The thing I'm trying to remember: They've lost more than we have.