I had no one to help me kasher my sinks

When I think of Covid, I think of gauze. Rolls and rolls of sterile, white gauze.

The whole world shut down between Purim and Pesach. Always the most relaxing and enjoyable time for Jewish women everywhere, those weeks found me calmly approaching Pesach with cleaning supplies in my hand and serenity in my heart.

Just kidding.

I was stressed and overwhelmed, not to mention anxious about the pandemic. But I tried to make the best of it, as best as a single mother of three kids locked in a house for days on end could. I made Pesach cleaning as fun as possible. We made schedules we never kept, cleaned and sang and fought, and waited in endless food pickup drive-thrus (remember those?).

Surprisingly, I found myself ready to kasher my kitchen early. (I should have known that was an ominous sign.)