In the past few weeks, I have been brought up short several times. It goes down something like this: someone who is familiar at least with the skeleton of my situation asks me how things are going. I give an honest answer, telling of how much I struggle to learn to do my job well, how much I miss being able to give my children the kind of attention and support I used to do, how much I feel like I’m spinning all the time. My interlocutor says breezily, “Welcome to reality.”
Sometimes this charming welcome comes with a bonus explanation of how easy my life used to be.
I’m not so sure that’s helpful, but there it is.