Today I toed the Hallmark line and recognised a day of appreciation for the other side of my children’s gene pool…
I organised card making, lived with the stress of finding a gift and made sure that I got up early enough to have ‘the breakfast’ ready at exactly the right time. Given the length of the lay-in taken by the Father in question, I did at least have plenty of time for that.
All of these duties for the day are of course part of the job requirement and I don’t mind at all.
That is until ‘the day of rest’ idea is milked down to it’s last drop with one too many requests for tea. Then comes the realisation that Father’s Day is only made possible by the MOTHER, so why oh why are we the ones that end up running around like a blue bottomed fly?
That said, Happy Father’s Day to Dads everywhere.