Pod Dad In Pants.

So, today I'm Pod dad, for first time.
And I'm working from home.
And my daughter spent the night, so I was all NOT pod dad, waking her up at a set time for the first time in many months to get ready.

Turns out, she's kinda gotten used to waking up whenever.
Weird.

I have a good handle on my focus issues, overall.
Once in a great while, I find myself (sometimes literally) spinning in circles, when the inputs are too great.
Last time this happened, was when I was trying to unpack everything, after moving into my house a year ago.
So many things, which one to do first, wait I don't know where power strip is so I can't unpack what I planned to unpack yet, and.... we're spinning... we're spinning...
    
              circles....my head is going 'round in circles, my mind is caught up in a whirpool, dragging  me down.....

Pete Townshend knows stuff.

So, yeah. This morning. Not a great look for me.

Thank god I've a small, efficient little house. means walking back and forth NOT getting stuff done doesn't take very long.....

I do generally get there, eventually.

Daughter had breakfast and was wearing clothes and had fresh breath by the time the other kids showed up.

car's half packed for my weekend away, which starts as soon as the kids leave.

I'd still like to get some more things accomplished in the next two hours, but have happily arrived at the point where I dont HAVE to.
Kids worked for almost an hour. then we had gym class. (walked 'round the 'hood for 30 minutes). Then the next hour, and then grilled cheese sandwiches.
  Cuz... duh. Grilled cheese sammies..

My two 8th graders have crazy amount of work, via the virtual learning academy.
My 4th grader was done in an hour, and will be self-studying german language once lunch break is over.

I love these kids.
Mine, for obvious reasons, and the others cuz they've been part of our lives for 4 years.
They were talking about being honorary siblings on our walk. They're not wrong.

So I try to get work done, without lobbing F bombs at my laptop constantly. It's not natural for me, after the last 6 or so months.
Neither are.. pants.
And apparently, drumming frenetically on my desk is "distracting".
whatever.
whiners.
New Normal... constantly evolving.
And if it means I can't motherfuck my laptop while not wearing pants, one day a week... i'll gladly make the sacrifice, if it helps keep the kids I love safe.