Carl’s mind was drifting. He had so much to do he felt paralyzed where to start. His day was jam packed with meetings. He had two staff evaluations to finish writing up. He needed to send in three progress reports to his boss and he had to approve a project plan before the end of the day. But he also needed to get Angela to make up her mind about a crib. The baby needed somewhere to sleep. Their inability to decide on the small basics for their child became a metaphor to him that maybe they just weren’t ready.
But he knew that they were. He just needed Angela to focus.
But then again, who was he to talk about focus? He had never felt so out of control. His relatively easy-going attitude was rapidly evaporating. There was just so much to do. Is this what parenthood was...
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