My day in the office started out like most. A Diet Coke kept me awake while I made my way through my inbox.
Delete. Delete. Forward. Delete.
I checked MSNBC to catch up on the latest Republican scandal before running off to a meeting.
I emerged two hours later. Mind fried. Too many issues fighting for my attention. I chased three aspirin with another Diet Coke before heading back to my office.
And then my phone rang. I could see it was Kim and sent her a text saying I’d call right back.
But should I?
Sometimes it’s best to cool down. Let my mind and emotions rest a bit. I can’t say I’ve mastered keeping work induced stress from seeping into my relationships. Plus, the aspirin hasn’t kicked in and the Diet Coke buzz is wearing off.
But I feel I should call, and when I do, Anna answers:
“Dad, guess what happened at school? One of the boys in my class ran home at recess. He didn’t even look for cars!!”
She was out of breath from laughter after witnessing one of her classmates make a run for the border on the first day of school. Who hasn’t felt like pulling the same stunt to get away from the moment?
And he didn’t even look for cars. Hilarious stuff to a 5-year old.
She tells me about the cushy seats on the bus. She’s excited about her teacher and recess, but right now mom is taking her through the McDonalds drive-thru where she’ll order a cheeseburger with “everything on it except pickles and onions” so she needs to run.
Anna’s call caught me off guard. My kids seldom call me at work. I was composed this morning as I watched her walk up the bus steps with her new Hello Kitty backpack hanging off a shoulder. But as I listened to her voice, I’m far from composed as I hunch over my desk wishing I could be with her.
Sharing a cheeseburger.