So, I wrote this Haiku - once again, to vent.  How many times have I walked into the bathroom to find things waiting for me to flush?!  Way too many to mention.  Therefore I decided it needed to recognize this in poetry form.  And HAIKU seemed to be the answer.  Basically, juxtaposing that beautifully simplistic prose against what was staring back at me from the toilet seems to capture the emotion!  I'm not much of a poet, but I felt it had to be put into words some way. You may see a running theme here...

To be honest, I’m not even sure how to begin - I’ve been spilling out my fatherly angst in poems for years now, trying to find humor in the everyday survival of child  raising.   I believe there are plenty of other parents out there like me, who feel like they’re living in a sitcom - wondering when the laugh-track is suddenly going to kick in as they wash yogurt off the front porch and pick dirty socks out of the trees(that happened just this week).  Do I read blogs?  Not a lot.  Do I have time?  Not really.  Am I doing this right?  Probably not.    But here goes… &nbsp I guess I should mention a little about myself here.  I’ve been working at home for about 15 years now.  I wanted to have more “normal” hours when we had kids.  I was also hoping to write an awesome screenplay or two, since I actually work in the entertainment industry.  (movie/tv...