I had a horrible Father’s Day, I seriously hope yours was WAY better than mine.
The Girl was at a competition all week with The Wife. I spent Saturday night with them while The Boy was with his grandfather. I was hoping to wake up to a chorus of “Happy Father’s Day” or something similar.
Sunday morning I get up, sharing a small hotel room with The Girl and The Wife. Not a word about Father’s Day.
We go to breakfast. Not a word about Father’s Day.
We pack up and go to the designated meet up with the other families so we can caravan back home together. FINALLY one of the other dad’s tells me, “Happy Father’s Day!” The Wife’s response is, “Oh, is that today?” Yes dear.
Of course, hearing that The Girl growls out something that sounds similar to “mmallafpashdklfa.” According to The Wife, that was as close to “Happy Father’s Day” as I should expect from her.
We get home, The Boy is deep into Minecraft and has no clue there are other carbon based lifeforms within a reasonable vicinity. No luck there.
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