A week ago, we broke the seal. No, I’m not talking about giving into peeing during a night of drinking — a term I distinctly remember learning in a gross bathroom at the SAE house during one of my first weeks at college. We popped our quarantine bubble by traveling to San Diego to stay with my husband’s family for the weekend. To the day, it had been three months since my husband and son had touched another human outside of our family unit. It was the…