i am a bad dad
bit of an arsehole
really
losing the plot
no breakfast, over-caffeinated freak-out
on the way to her school in frustrating traffic
i hate the sound of the turn signal
her too
i confiscated her phone for a week like that will solve this issue?
yeah?
Unreasonable
maybe mirroring my own old man
maybe not
maybe a tad more involved and clued in
“I am my father’s son/ his shadow weighs a tonne.”
still stubbornly convinced i know the root of this issue
some sort of expert on teenage angst, am i fuck?
there are no experts
i read guardian stories, listened to npr stories
that back up my stupid technophobic theories on why you and i are shaking
Uncontrollably
a good liberal white middle class modern parent
gonna get a therapy corgi
or just give in
i want a convenient answer
hashtag 2019parenting
put it down yourself
the home button does not work anyway.
