Let me start out by saying, “I HATE Father’s Day! What a waste of time, energy and money!
I don’t need breakfast in bed.
I can’t sleep longer than 6:30, anyway, because of the dog – my son’s dog, I might add.
I don’t want to go to brunch or dinner with or without the kids; Father’s Day is a fake holiday.
Don’t waste time or money on a card. I believe you when you tell me you love me.
I know the kids love making posters and baking cakes and cookies for me, but do I have to eat them, too?
I still have to watch all the soccer and baseball games and carpool.
Who’s going to mow the lawn? Take out the garbage? Wash the dishes?
Who’s going to make your printer work?
I only get one day a year. Big whoop.
I wish I could think of one thing – JUST ONE THING – that would make me enjoy Father’s Day!
Like when the kids come into our bedroom and jump on the bed, and not coincidentally, jump on me and scream, “Happy Father’s Day,” in my ear. That includes a lot of tickling and laughing and giggling. I do like that!
The dog gives me a lot of unconditional love. That’s pretty neat too. We rescued her and she rescues me every so often as well. I love the way the kids try to hide what they’re doing from me and they go over the top for breakfast. It seems to me that that’s pretty cool too. I’m lucky they’re so happy, healthy and that they love their dad.
O.K. O.K, a nice card telling me my wife still loves me isn’t the worst thing in the world to happen to a guy. And, I do have it in writing that the family cares for me—at least for one day.
Watching the kids do well in sports and being able to encourage them and watch them grow is pretty cool. I still hate driving, but at least I don’t have to drive them all the time.
Half the time you complain you can’t find me because I’m outside working on the lawn or gardening, so I guess mowing isn’t a valid FD killer either.
I love eating out regardless of where we go.
I am the star for the day.
I get to take a nap.
I LOVE Fathers’ Day!