so it’s past 10pm here at home in the UK, and i’m toast. i was up last night on a rare (home) date with my wife. long day. i’m soooo ready to pass out.
but a teen in los angeles wants to talk. and it’s hard doing that regularly with the time zone difference (8 hours)
i need sleep. it’s the thing that most energizes me (or exhausts me if i don’t get enough), so i can be a better parent and person.
yet i also need a strong relationship with my kids, and especially this teen who’s had a reallllly tough time the past two years.
so: choice
1) sleep (“can we talk tomorrow”), or
2) talk now + risk being ‘nauseous tired’ tomorrow
well this time i chose #2… talk now.
parenting feels like navigating daily decisions with few (if any) ‘clear winners’ between the choices. and knowing the results of those choices takes years to see.
:)
air
i wonder if this feels anything like being the frog in Frogger… hop and hope, hop and hope…