It's not just economic destruction we're dealing with.

I would not call myself a "pinterest" mom, not even with stretching the truth. My walls are mostly bare, my kids sleep in whatever pajamas they find, they spend a LOT of time outside, we eat otter pops, and they watch gobs of tv.
See, I've struggled with depression my whole life. Not really something I realized until I was married, and then it kicked it up. I love the people I've created, so much. I ALSO struggle with making real connections with people; meaningful, loving, happy relationships don't really exist in my life. So in order to remain a somewhat "normal" functioning parent in our society I've relied pretty heavily on getting out of my house and experiencing life with my kids. It's not just about what they like; we go places that the majority of us would enjoy. Trampoline parks, museums, zoos, aqariums, the pool, trails, parks, we'd even just go meander the store (SEA the store: see every aisle).
I am SO grateful our family hasn't taken a big hit financially (yet). By no means are we "rich", but we can afford the things we need. However, we are taking a huge hit emotionally, mentally. I don't know that we'll ever really recover from this. This will be one of those times my kids look back on and say "yeah, life took a dark turn there".  We get out and walk/hike on the days we can, when the weather cooperates and I'm not being consumed by my own inner monsters. We walk around the cemetery, the schools, the local trails. It's not rejuvinating, it is crowded. I feel like my personal trials are noticable by everyone we pass. I'm really trying, I promise. I hope my kids will forgive me when they grow up.