The Door Was Locked

It was raining in New England this morning as I prepared for work. I am not used to the downpours that happen in Massachusetts because where I’m from, it sprinkles for 20 minutes and then skies clear. Not so here. It’s torrential. The water gathers in the streets and it is impossible to see through windshield. So I decided to work from home this morning.

I said my “goodbyes” and headed upstairs to the little office space we have. My to do list was longer than I could get done in a day and all of it felt urgent so I locked the door and got right to work. I was checking off my easy boxes first to gain some momentum in the day, preparing to do some writing for my work. Right as I started to write, I heard the sweetest little voice coming up the stairs with mommy.

“Daddy!”

My daughter had realized I was still at home and she was excited to play with me.

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