The pressure cooker blew.
It was ugly.
Yep, the months-long entrapment of Pandemic, Parents and Me into one house finally blew the top right off the family unit yesterday.
Oh, we survived.
Our singed brows and charred tips will heal, but it was a whale of an explosion. And one that need not be repeated.
Bottom line: Even if it requires alone-time on the roof, pop the top on the quarantine… or the top will pop you.