Today is Father’s Day. Normally, that would mean like most fathers I would be entitled to sleep late, expect a hot breakfast or brunch depending on when I rolled out of bed and probably two unusually quiet teenagers and a wife willing to cater to my carnal desires.
However, since I work nights and sleep days, almost none of this will happen.
And I’ve pretty much accepted this. I’ve had too many Fathers Day in the past where I had no job, no money and not much of a chance of changing either circumstance. So, you’ll just have to understand that while I’m getting into bed while the rest of the world is getting out of theirs, that’s a trade-off I find remarkably easy to accept.
To every man holding it down and taking care of his family and responsibilities, this is your day. Don’t let anyone tell you being a father isn’t among the most fun you can have with your clothes on.