I hate picking my son up from school. Actually I’ll rephrase that, I hate waiting in the playground to pick my son up from school. It’s one of those places that makes you feel inferior no matter how confident you are.
Waiting, smiling, cowering, talking, not talking, talking too loudly and hoping that someone is listening...
I try to stay out of the playground politic but get drawn in, for fear of condemnation.
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