Today I feel like I accomplished a lot. I have had a challenge at work that makes it difficult to logically work through. I have a set of data that was mixed together with another set. The challenge I have is creating a way to logically split the data to appropriate owners consistently. Anyway - I know... boring. I created an algorithm today to do this and it took a while. It is always nice to wrap up ongoing challenges. This was one that kept me up at night.
Every day I drop off and pick up Claire from the bus stop. I have worked from home for the last few years. I have always had interaction with kids during the day; however, COVID has introduced a new dynamic at the house. I find myself working more and at odd times. (i.e. at the bus stop, at dinner, at night before bed, etc.)
These days at school the kids seem to get as many times to retake something that they want. It is insane. Am I the only one who feels this is a tremendous disservice to our children? At work if someone turns in junk I will wonder why they did and expect it fixed the next time. I'm not talking about working with someone who is honestly trying to improve. I'm talking about daily tasks. It seems in school daily tasks (quizzes, tests, homework, etc.) can be redone an infinite amount of times. Because of this I have seen my kids not take their grades seriously. It is frustrating. I think you should sign your name to whatever you turn in. You should own your work.
This weekend I will be celebrating my 5 year anniversary of my marriage to Samantha. How crazy is that? Time has flown by. At times I don't recall my life previously and look at my memories as if I am a stranger. I look at Ammon who was 6 at the time Jan died and how he doesn't have a lot of memories of Jan today. I then look at Claire and wonder if I died if she would remember me. I strive to do my best daily and I am sure when the dust settles when we are all dead and living in Heaven this will all be addressed; however, at the current time I wonder about it. I wonder what legacy I am leaving my kids. When my father passed, it was a bit of a relief. He and I weren't on the best of terms and he would often bring drama into his interactions. I have found that as the years pass my negative feelings toward him have lessened. I hope that my shortcomings as a father will be looked over in the same way. I suppose for me that is what I want the most. I want to be a good dad.
Well - until tomorrow.
