TEN HAIKU ON A FRIDAY NIGHT.

Woke early, no kids.
Well, sleeping kid next to me.
Pee spot on bed, gross.

Please, please, keep sleeping,
I whispered; all of you kids, sleep!
Prayer answered, No!

Up they awoke, loud.
Day begun, no quiet time.
Wife to work, take me!

Breakfast, make it kids!
I yell. Not joking, do it!
Then chores, I scream loud.

School starts prompt at nine.
Noah, math, astronomy.
One kid naps with books.

Bartok plays background.
I still like Liszt a bit more.
Hungary music.

Snack, snack, a boy cries.
Okay, frozen bananas,
and some peas too, there!

Toronto stole bro.
No talk all day, busy man.
Change phone number, sad.

Becca calls, mid morn.
Eating snack, more leftovers.
Someone else's food.

Sunny, play outside
clean garage, Rachel call, feng shui.
Jim, Susan driving.

They eat with us, curry!
Photos from Iceland and more.
I want vacation.

THE NEWS IS THIS : CHILD - PARENT.

Old barbarians
You think no more? Border kids
Separated cry.

Trump blames everyone
Not my fault, he points fingers
Fake conservative.

Real conservatives
Take responsibility
Not bad excuses.

Military branch
He wants number six in space
Get your wallet please.

Loud cries of children
He uses them as his pawns
Sad barbarism.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON.

Sunday, time to play?
Reality is so lame
We will clean house now.

Kids are excited.
They love work Sundays so much.
This is sarcasm.

Could I be on couch?
All day with HBO shows?
Yes, absolutely.

Becca walks with girls
I make mediocre food.
The kids watch Brain Games.

The coffee ain’t good.
Really super sad, really.
Still better than tea.

Afternoon middle
A voice is telling me to...
...fine, yes to more Joe.