Dad’s Downstairs [work] -

That’s the thing about Dad’s downstairs. It was never really his alone.

There’s a specific phrase in our house that signals the shift from daytime chaos to evening peace. dad’s downstairs

He’s not running away. He’s recharging. That’s the thing about Dad’s downstairs

You can go down there, sit on the opposite end of the couch, and not say a word for 20 minutes. He might grunt. You might scroll your phone. And somehow, that counts as quality time. Because downstairs, words are optional. Being there is enough. the snacks are hidden

Now that I’m older, I get it. We all need a downstairs. A chair. A corner. A place where the thermostat is slightly too cold, the snacks are hidden, and nobody expects you to be interesting.