There was a moment yesterday that perfectly encapsulated where I am in my life. I was in the backyard with the kids playing with a splash pad while on the phone with a banker from Fulton Bank setting up the Stable Hands money market account with a contract in my email needing my signature. Then the plumber walked into the backyard looking for me. This plumber was at my mother’s house looking at their toilets and when I heard he charged $200 for coming to Virginia Beach I asked if that included a trip to my house. When it turns out it did I asked if he could come fix our toilet that has never worked.
So there we were. Kids screaming, Stable Hands and Campbell Drive business colliding, and a plumber waiting for me to show him into my house. Now when the kids were playing with the splash pad I had told them if they wanted to play in water they needed to be in their bathing suits.
That is why when we walked into the house to go upstairs one of the first things we saw was naked child ass. Right there in the kitchen, pants off, eating a biscuit. This plumber probably thought he had entered an insane asylum instead of a home. It was a tad insane and I was trying to conduct business, be a parent, and have a plumber look at a lingering maintenance issue.
Nearly ever facet of my life was in conflict in this one perfect moment. All it would need would be a call about my mother from the rehab facility and my wife somehow in the picture. I am actually unsure how my wife could have fit in in anyway that would have compounded the chaos.
One way or another I made it through all this and it was then that I remembered for the fourth time that day that I had yet to get to Indeed. In fact I still haven’t gotten to it. I woke up yesterday needing to do it and slowly it slipped away. The third priority of the day slipped to the back burner and then fell off the stove. Alas I will do it now.
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