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Hi, Reader! I lost it over a sink full of dishes this weekend. We were in the middle of a painting project. I walked into the kitchen to grab a rag, saw a few dirty plates in the sink, and I snapped. Not annoyed. I lost it. On my youngest daughter. She stopped talking. She went still. And then she started moving carefully around me, the way you move around someone who is about to go off again. That look on her face. That is the one that gets you. It is the look of a kid who is starting to figure out that the safest thing to do is leave Dad alone. It had nothing to do with the dishes. I have a massive project launching at work in June. And I had dragged every bit of that weight into a Saturday afternoon that was supposed to be about painting a room with my kid. I was standing in my kitchen. My brain was in a conference room. I was running the risk scenarios in my head. I was thinking about the people who hadn’t signed off yet. I was running through what could go wrong on launch day. All of it, on a Saturday, in the middle of a painting project, for no reason except that I had never actually stopped. I manage complex, high-dollar programs for a living. I know how to build plans and hold pressure. But I completely lost my composure over three dirty plates. My daughter just wanted to paint with her dad. The Cost of No MarginWhen you don't fully close down, your family absorbs the overflow. You carry the stress through the front door and you put it on the people who had nothing to do with it. Here is what I know to be true. If you keep doing this long enough, you will end up with a solid career, but a family that has quietly learned to get along without you. Not because they gave up on you. Because you kept showing up without actually being there. Pushing Work Back to WorkWhat I needed right then was not a cleaner sink. I needed to stop. Walk outside. Let the air hit me. Give myself five minutes to set the work down somewhere other than the middle of my kitchen. Five minutes would have changed the entire afternoon. But I didn’t take them. I let it sit and simmer. And when you let work pressure sit in the wrong room long enough, it goes sideways on the wrong person. You cannot willpower your way through this. When the stakes are high at work, your brain does not want to let go. That is just how it works. You have to give it somewhere to put things before you walk through the door. If you find yourself blowing up at home over something small, stop. Ask what you are actually carrying.
Take a breath. Push the work back to work. And go apologize to your daughter. The MarginReset GearIf trying harder has not fixed this, it is not a motivation problem. It is a design problem. Three minutes. It shows you exactly where you are leaking time and attention. The templates and tools I use to actually close down before I walk through the door. If you want to stop bringing the office home with you, this is where to start. Rooting for you, The Systems Dad, Christopher Lynn |
Welcome to the Systems Dad! I send out two posts per week about using systems at work and home to manage chaos and bring calm to life.
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