Here I am.

I’ve thought about starting a blog for a while—long before COVID-19 introduced boredom and isolated “free” time. The problem is that I’m a procrastinator with big ideas…and (gulp) my story may or may not be all that interesting to anyone out there. I’m an over-sharer who swears a lot. I’m fluent in sarcasm, proficient in movie quotes, and meh in memes. And, I happen to think I’m witty as hell (although I might stand alone here). My husband would say I’m headstrong (I am a Taurus), but he’s also pretty fucking lucky to have me (my words, not his). Our almost 7-year-old son (yes, he’s an only…don’t judge) takes after me, so there’s unfortunately endless bickering in our tiny house—especially now that this mama has been unwillingly forced to simultaneously role play teacher, playmate, and lunch lady. I’m brutally honest (and sometimes crude), but am also strong, determined and wear my heart on my sleeve; I dream big, work hard, and love fiercely.

That’s me in a nutshell. Angelique (always known as Angel) Schena—a pretty awesome wife and a full-time working mom of one very spirited child (a topic for another day), just trying not to lose my fucking mind.

So, long story short. Here we are, halfway through week 8 of quarantine in Haverhill, MA and I’m taking the plunge. I’ve decided that even if no one out there likes the author, agrees with her banter, or cares to read her nonsense, this will help me document the new norm that I still haven’t accepted is real. I’ve come to concurrently love and hate the extra time that I used to complain about not having—family, exercise, “hobbies” (like a blog) all seem a little more attainable—even if it’s taken nearly two months to embrace it. I hope some of you can relate to the crazy tellings that are in fact my life, and if nothing more, that I bring a smile when you might need it most. We’re all just trying to survive one day at a time here. Take it or leave it. Here I am.