Father's Day Fail

This Father’s Day didn’t quite go as expected. But maybe I’m confused as to the purpose of the day. I thought it was to honor a father’s place in their kid’s life. To acknowledge all they do to provide and serve their family. And...I don't know...maybe get pampered and fawned over for one day out of the year. Apparently, I’ve got it backwards. Based on today, it’s a day for a man to serve his family and child even more than normal…or at least the same as normal, in my case.

My wife didn’t even remember that it was Father’s Day until I called my father. So, I got no card, no gift, no breakfast in bed…nothing. She only said “Happy Father’s Day” as an afterthought during breakfast…a breakfast that she ordered instead of making. And I only believe she did that because Troy wanted French Toast, or I would have had a bowl of cereal made with my own hands.

After that, we watched church on the TV. As soon as it was done, my wife disappeared to take a two and a half hour nap. I held my son while he watched a cartoon on the TV, and then we went upstairs and played until lunch.

While he slept, I cleaned the house to prepare for the maid the next day. When Troy got up, I continued to alternate between playing with him and cleaning. So, all in all, nothing different from every other Sunday of the year. And to top it all off, I now feel like I’m getting sick. 

Best...Father’s...Day…ever [sarcasm implied]!