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When I get to work, I find it difficult to shut off the noise from home. Every morning I get a telephone call from my daughters as John drives them to their schools. First Sophie because she gets dropped of first. Then, Charlotte.
Most of the time these calls are pleasant. In fact, most of the time, these calls are a bit of dead air, we don’t have all that much to talk about. I go down my mental checklist to be sure they’re ready for PE, that Sophie has her viola, that all forms are signed, sealed and ready for delivery.
Sometimes these calls are a little more stressful. That was the case this morning. In a few minutes I’ll dive into my projects, and hopefully I’ll be able to slide the girls’ issues to some out-of-the-way crevice in my brain to revisit later when I pick them up on my way home from work.
None of us is perfect. We’re barely pulled together. I don’t know how the rest of you do it. I do my best to deliver here at work, I let things go slack at home, I haven’t washed my van in months. Sometimes we all just need a protective coating of grime to deflect some of the stuff we need to let slide. And sometimes we have to take an issue by the horns and wrest it into submission. I’ve been trying to do this for a little while now. Soon we’ll be through with this little dose of B.S. There will be more bumps in the future. But sometimes we’re just gonna have to live with the smudges here and there.