It’s hard to describe the busy nature of life with three little people to look after. After a long day at school I arrived home just after the lovely Sharon; also just home from a long day at school. We hit the ground running; the dinner needed made, the little man’s homework needed to be supervised, the little lady demanded that I listened to the debrief of her nursery school day, and the littlest man simply demanded my attention with duplo. The lovely Sharon and I juggled these tasks with no time to ask each other how our days had been. As if to demonstrate how our priorities and perspective on life has shifted; it was only about half an hour later that the lovely Sharon remembered to mention, “Oh, yeah, I forgot to say that our school was on fire today. We were evacuated and the fire brigade had to put it out.” At that point somebody screamed. It might have been a duplo block that wouldn’t fit, a spelling written back to front, or someone needing to go to the toilet. I can’t recall the details, but that was the end of the small talk.
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