October 12
The morning begins with emails and beginning to fine tune items for the Fall Forum for regional District Teachers of the Year. After a couple of hours I hear little foot steps upstairs. I need a morning hug from a little girl that I have missed. I arrived home late the night before and the kiss on the forehead was not adequate. We have a little father-daughter time and then back to the dungeon to work. The emails gobble up time like a ravenous dog. Then I hear purposeful thuds of an adult striding overhead. I recognize the rhythmic plodding steps of my father-in-law. They have come to help with child care since today was a teacher work day and I supposed to be with Policy Fellows. I take a quick break to visit and thank them for rearranging their schedule to help us none the less. This is a treat for my children and I enjoy the conversation before work calls again.
Grandparents and grandchildren are a boisterous bunch. The laughing and dancing about is a result of love and the absent of a common foe, the parents. The parents are the rule enforcing arm of the family government, so in order to get my work done and not interfere with this special time for them I must take action. Where is my ear protection that I use for weed eating? Now that is a picture, in a dark corner of the basement sits a road weary man with dark baggy circles under his eyes working on a PowerPoint presentation with bright yellow ear covers oblivious to the whirlwind that is known as Grandparent Loving Anarchy Day (GLAD). Children are GLAD to see this day come and parents are GLAD their children have such a day.
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