The secret to being a patient, present father? It’s in my basement

Every year on Father’s Day, I’m reminded of how grateful I am for my family. I’m also reminded of what helps me to remain grateful: that little oasis of tranquility just down the basement stairs — my home office.

I love my office. I also need it.

I try to get my wife to take advantage of the office. I tell her she can use it whenever she likes, but she never takes me up on it.

It’s very simple. If I can’t get my work done, I go crazy. I can’t get any work done without an office. Therefore, in order to remain sane, I need an office.

Mobile threat

I tried not having one about six years ago when it was just my wife, my son,