Father’s Day

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.


2 thoughts on “Father’s Day

  1. I’ve read your blog and strange thought went through my mind (don’t look for it, it’s far awy, but it left a sigh):
    What if (just checking possibilities) half moms that prepare tea write about it, another half drink it and all other (85%) just go shoping?
    Well, maybe you ar right.

  2. While our twins were too small to be subjected via media and other family members to the commercialisation of Fathers Day and Mothers Day, my husband and I were able to enjoy the respective celebrations either at a health spa, a football game, pub, or a romantic night away at a winery. We celebrated it as OUR day off.

    At age 4 onwards we felt obligated to spend it stuck in bed waiting for the special breakfast in bed – luke warm tea and cold toast they insisted on making, which we would joyously claim was the nicest breakfast we had ever had. The cuddles were great.

    Once the boys moved into their teens, breakfast improved although it was delivered with the grunt, the present bought last minute and reluctant kiss that comes with male puberty, before racing back to the playstation or computer.

    I can’t wait until they are old enough to leave on their own for a weekend, or they leave home completely. We can get back to celebrating Fathers Day and Mothers Day as our day off.

    Don’t get me wrong. I adore my kids and every occasion is locked away with it’s special memory along with the various cards which have been kept over the years in my treasure box. Some of the home made presents are still glued together or wearable although the dyed pasta necklace was worn out years ago.

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