We tried to finally get out of the house finally after 12 days of being quarantined. We tried to do what we love doing most on Sundays. We tried visiting my parents, my sister and kids. We were so excited. We tried….but anxiety (and car sickness) won. The uncontrollable shaking in a gas station bathroom said it all. When my little 6 year old, who was dying to play Roblocks with her cousin in person, looked at me in full panic attack and said, “I need to go home”, I knew that’s what we had to do. So here we are back home.