I sometimes sit in the car for a second longer that I need to, I take a deep breath then head into the house.
Often I know what I'm walking into, with regular updates, texts usually keep me abreast of the current 'situation'. Most times it is resolved by the time I walk through the door. But the pause in the car is just long enough to put behind the travails of the working day and get my game face on.
Of course saying that its hard for me seems churlish and selfish so perhaps I shouldn't admit to it. Managing it on the ground is of course stressful, upsetting and exhausting and often MrsC doesn't inform me of the trials and tribulations of the day until I get home.
I'd rather know what's going on but the impotence that it brings is debilitating at times knowing that your loved ones are caught in some illogical fracas, a dysregulated child and a struggling parent.
I want to know but I don't want to know. Sometimes MrsC tells me sometimes she doesn't.
So, I sit in the car and take a breath and get my game face on, ready for what might be, has been or is to come.