You’ve had a long, hard day.
Work won’t let up.
It drags you down, down, down.
Then you come home.
You just want to pour yourself a tall one, get in a nicely scented hot bath, feel the heat seep into your bones and your muscles relax, put on some nice background music, maybe decide where you’ll order in from because there’s a good movie on tonight you’ve been meaning to watch.
Then, before your keys hit the table, before your briefcase is out of your hand, you remember it’s your turn to pick up the Sheila from their ballgame, Tom’s at his dance class, Verletta got her tuba audition, and little Framke got his recital.
If you’re lucky and don’t care how you look, you might have time to change.
But what you really want to say to all of it and everything is…
Get off my back.