"Oh Father's Day, Oh Father's Day
Damn I'm tired and wanna sleep!"
Why is it, that for Mother's Day, all you hear about is "Give Mom a break this Mother's Day" and all you hear about for Father's Day is, "Get Dad a new grill for Father's Day," or "Get Dad what he really wants this Father's Day...a new lawnmower."
Why does mom get a "break" and dad gets more work to do? Folks, "time's aren't a-changin" they've already changed. Every father I know under the age of 40 is actively involved in their family. We don't come home from work and lounge around on the sofa demanding that our home-bound honey's cook us dinner. More times than not, we're cooking dinner.
Look, I'm not complaining. For Father's Day this year, I got a beautiful shirt and a gift-certificate to "Bass Pro Shops (BPS)." The catch being of course, that about the only time I'll have to use what I purchase from BPS is during our family "Vacation" when there are 39 of us all enjoying ourselves together on the beach. Yes, not a misprint (39 of us. 30+ in one house and the rest spilling over into a condo).
Oh, that sounds relaxing!
But what I really want is the public to finally admit that dads aren't jerk-off layabouts who only want to park it in front of the big-screen and ignore their family (OK, maybe sometimes I DO want to do that, but the difference is, I make a choice not to).
But back to the title, "A Father's Day Miracle"...the miracle being that when we got up on Saturday, rather than spending the weekend at home, we made a rash decision to drive 3.5 hours to Tennessee to see my mom. I know...crazy as it sounds...we actually made an unplanned trip!! A first since having chillen!
It turned out well and we had a good time, but that 3.5 hour car trip made the 8 hour car trip we have coming up in three weeks seems like an ice-cream sundae. Can someone just kill me now?
