We’re all locked in with nowhere to go. A virus is on the loose, and everyone is scared. And as parents of a rambunctious little toddler, my wife and I are adjusting to work-from-home life as the new program managers of our son Jack’s vigorous daycare regimen.

A quick glance at the clock shows that it’s 8:37 am. My best guess is that it’s probably a Thursday. I’ve worn the same outfit for three days, and my pants are in questionable condition. Jack is in the cupboard tossing out pots and pans like he buried a treasure chest in there years ago, and now he needs some quick cash. He smells funny, but on second thought, I’m not sure if it’s him or me. It’s been approximately one hour and thirty-seven minutes since he woke up for the day, and everyone but him is already exhausted.

Read on to find out if these two exhausted parents can keep up. And on a serious note, I'd like to say a big, ginormous thank you to all those essential workers out there keeping the world afloat during this strange time. Thanks for reading!