How are you?
Let me guess. You’re busy.
It’s the default answer of the decade. You’re busy. I’m busy. We’re all busy.
Little kids are busy, dashing from school to soccer to French to playdate to party. Teenagers are busy, with tutoring and tests, 25 kinds of social media apps to keep up-to-date at all times, sport commitments and part-time jobs. Non-parents are busy (although, let’s be honest, parents can’t imagine how or why, so I might not try). Retirees are busy, with ever-growing demands for grandkid-care taking over their days.
But no-one wears the badge of busy-ness quite like the working parent. We are the kings and queens of frantic.