Fast forward about a week into the stay-at-home quarantine, and I broke down. I sobbed as I tried to explain to my husband how I felt like I was failing at everything I was supposed to be good at; how it was going to scar my children for life, and how it was all my fault. He calmly asked me where my biggest frustration and sense of failure was, and, without missing a beat, I answered, “THE HOUSE.”