By the time I’m standing in the doorway to his study,
I had fought with my oldest Petra,
absorbed a tantrum from my little one about what to wear to school,
cut three different types of apples because one only eats Fujis,
the other only Pink Ladies,
and the middle one only Granny Smiths.
I got cut off by a moron at a roundabout
and lost my shit behind the wheel.
By the time he saw me,
standing in the doorway to his office,
I turned and sat down on a sofa in the living room.
He knew to follow me and wait.