We actually did better than just survive the wedding. The kiddo contingent all did a pretty decent job if it.
But, with all those stresses buzzing around, my personal experience tells me that no one is more stressed out than the mother of the flower girl and ring bearer! The thought of your children ruining the wedding of a loved one….well, it weighs very heavily.
Remember when you were a kid and every mother’s day you’d ask your parents “when is it kid’s day?” We all got the same answer and now deliver it up to our kids: “everyday is kids day!”
Well, that’s how I kinda feel about Father’s Day.
Don’t get me wrong, I completely appreciate all the stuff great dads do and I make that statement with tongue placed firmly in cheek.
Around here, daddy-o was away with work for most of this past week. He did let it slip that while he worked hard during the day, his evenings included such events as a cruise on a yacht, two trips to the casino, and dinner at a yacht club. I’m sure he was pretty close to fessing up to an afternoon on the golf course when the expression on my face prompted him to hit the self-censor button – and fast. He was home for one night, then left again returning this evening, on Father’s Day. We took him out for dinner which turned mildly disastrous. One kiddo had a melt-down that required me to lug the 45lbs of slobbering mess outside of the restaurant to pull it together. I couldn’t tell if the looks of horror I was getting were the result of her dramatic fits of rage, or if my sweat moustache was drawing their attention. Either way, not my proudest moment. Said child had two more meltdowns before the day was up. Hysteria is contagious around our house, so when one is freaking out, the others follow suit because they ‘feel sorry’ for their distraught sibling. As sweet as that is, bedtime turned into a three ring circus and I was pretty much acting the part of the clown.
I finally made my way downstairs, licking my wounds, to find the house in exactly the same state – a complete dump with groceries that I had picked up hours before still sitting on the kitchen floor. I walked into the family room to find daddy-o lying on the couch watching TV. You can imagine the ‘WTF?” look he got, accompanied by a few words complimenting that look. His response was simple: “well, it is Father’s Day!”
His only saving grace is that he is a fantastic daddy-o. If he was anything less, that cheeky statement would have prompted me to implement a “no Father’s Day” rule going forward in our house for ever and eternity!