Three days a month I get to work from home. They were hard won so I covet them. They keep the week calmer, there are no tears in the morning and we can usually eat dinner together. But all the stress I’m spared came flooding back when in a rush to leave work on a Wednesday night, I forgot to bring my laptop home and only realized this when I stepped off subway in Brooklyn 45 minutes later. The solution: At 7 am this morning I hustled back to the office to pick it up and raced back home so fatherblogger could leave at 8:30 (nannyblogger had the morning off to go to the dentist) cursing my absentmindedness about 100 times.
On the early bird F train commute, there is a woman conductor whose voice is so deep and comforting her tone has a built-in “there, there”. This morning, as we arrived at West 4th street I heard her say, “B train across the platform. Have a positive Thursday.”