Father's Day
It was Father's Day today. Sure, my kids treated me really nice this morning, gave me breakfast in bed - cheerios and a giant chocolate chip cookie. They also gave me a copy of Bobby Flay's 'Cooking For Life.' Now I have no excuse. I HAVE to grill. I'm not complaining. I have been needing something to kind of force me into cooking more. This book might just do it.
Anyway...Father's Day was a great lazy day. I didn't mow the lawn, but should any Father have to mow the lawn on the one day every year that is set aside for him? I say no. I also slept off and on for most of the day. When do I ever get to do that? We went to Fazoli's for dinner, too. Any place else would have been either too expensive or too busy. Unless we went to McDonald's. Anyway, we all like Fazoli's, and I am not one to do anything that not everyone likes.
It was after we got home that the fun ended. Perhaps in the immature minds of my children there lurked the idea that their annual tradition for Dad was over. 'Give him breakfast in bed, presents, let him sleep, go to dinner.' Once those requisite activities are completed, there are no more obligations. They could go back to the way they always are, fighting, bickering, yelling, disobeying...I guess I should expect it. I mean, how can a child be expected to be on their best behavior in their own house, for their own parents, for an entire day? Is that even possible?
Do I sound bitter and ungrateful? I hope not, because I'm far from it. I am totally grateful that my kids are healthy enough to fight and chase each other around the house, and self-confident enough to stand their ground in an argument. I am grateful that they at least had the desire to practice the yearly Father's Day ritual. I do know they love me, deep down, even if they hardly show it. I love them, too, and I'll always love them. And while I'll keep hoping for that elusive "perfectly stress-free Father's Day," I'll settle for one just like today; with all of the bickering and fighting, and yelling and screaming. At least I'll know that my children still care - even just a little.
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Anyway...Father's Day was a great lazy day. I didn't mow the lawn, but should any Father have to mow the lawn on the one day every year that is set aside for him? I say no. I also slept off and on for most of the day. When do I ever get to do that? We went to Fazoli's for dinner, too. Any place else would have been either too expensive or too busy. Unless we went to McDonald's. Anyway, we all like Fazoli's, and I am not one to do anything that not everyone likes.
It was after we got home that the fun ended. Perhaps in the immature minds of my children there lurked the idea that their annual tradition for Dad was over. 'Give him breakfast in bed, presents, let him sleep, go to dinner.' Once those requisite activities are completed, there are no more obligations. They could go back to the way they always are, fighting, bickering, yelling, disobeying...I guess I should expect it. I mean, how can a child be expected to be on their best behavior in their own house, for their own parents, for an entire day? Is that even possible?
Do I sound bitter and ungrateful? I hope not, because I'm far from it. I am totally grateful that my kids are healthy enough to fight and chase each other around the house, and self-confident enough to stand their ground in an argument. I am grateful that they at least had the desire to practice the yearly Father's Day ritual. I do know they love me, deep down, even if they hardly show it. I love them, too, and I'll always love them. And while I'll keep hoping for that elusive "perfectly stress-free Father's Day," I'll settle for one just like today; with all of the bickering and fighting, and yelling and screaming. At least I'll know that my children still care - even just a little.
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