I am in the shower when there’s a knock on the door. Laura has already gone to work and with time before the kids have to get to school I had a few minutes and was trying to put it to good use.
Déla said something about Ciárán and while I didn’t catch everything she said I replied “What do you want me to do about it?”
She left and I continued with my shower. Then a moment later Ciárán comes and knocks on the door. A similar sort of conversation ensues.
A moment later Déla comes back and we have another conversation where I don’t know what the child is complaining about. Then Ciárán. Then Déla again. At no point, thankfully, did the kids open to bathroom door. It was nice they respected my privacy, but it didn’t make it any easier to understand what the complaints were about.
Not having any real knowledge about what the disagreement was, since I couldn’t really hear much of what they were saying through the door and over the sound of the water helped. If it was really bad they would have come in. Essentially I just told them to figure it out and be nice to each other, and I don’t know if it worked but they weren’t complaining about whatever it was when I was done with my shower.
A few minutes peace and quiet? Not really. Just more proof that a parent’s job is to always be there. No matter where “there” may be.