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.
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.
posted by Tired Dad at
1:44 am
5 Comments:
Ah. But you are at least tired good dad.
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.
Welcome * .
Aww man...I really should leave these old posts alone......
Yeah you probably should. Fuck off will you.
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