Thursday, May 25, 2006

Nothing to Myself.

The end of a very short era.

I arrive home.

At some point during the evening, I wipe my brow in a my-word-it's-hard-work-getting-these-children-to-bed-I-don't-know-what-you-do-all-day manner.

Tired Mam: Aw. Are you tired?

Me: A bit.

TM: Aw. Poor Dad.

She never refers to me as this.

TM: Poor Tired Dad.

I, with immense heroism, decide to front it.

Me: Eh?

TM: You. You must be Tired, Dad

I shrug. Not in real life. You know, inwardly. We're not married, but it is a marriage. There are no secrets and never should be. But it was nice having something to myself for a second.


Blogger Fluff said...


Ah well.. it need not be an issue right?

11:30 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah. But you are at least tired good dad.

2:47 pm  
Blogger * (asterisk) said...

Thanks for your recent visits, Tired Dad. The "Weapon of Choice" video is great viewing for kids, I'm sure. Never too young to love the Walken.

7:55 am  
Blogger Tired Dad said...

Welcome * .

9:39 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aww man...I really should leave these old posts alone......

6:16 pm  
Blogger Tired Dad said...

Yeah you probably should. Fuck off will you.

10:02 pm  

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