Father's Day

I spent Father's Day doing things for everyone else, it seems, and now I'm exhausted.

I went to church with my kids because they really wanted to go to Sunday school.  They like it there.  Kudos for them, but I would have been happy to stay home with a cup of coffee.  I didn't feel good this morning.

Then I sat at a table in a restaurant I didn't care for, with some people I have never met, caring for a child who can't eat most of the food they serve there--including the syrup on the table right in front of him--because he is on a special diet, feeling headachy and queasy but knowing that my parents were glad to have me and the kids with them on Father's Day.  Yay me.  I was a good daughter.

After that, I had to help out a friend in need, because that's what friends do.  That's all I'm gonna say about that.  I also talked to my children's dad and found out that he hadn't yet gotten the Father's Day package I sent to him because he has to go somewhere to pick it up and just hadn't done that yet, even though I told him it should have been there by Friday.  I wanted him to have it for Father's Day.  Oh well...it's his fault that he didn't have it, not mine, but I was a little disheartened by that.

Then I went out with my kids and my dad and my siblings to take a walk in the places that my dad loves to go walking.  Mind you, we didn't actually take a walk at any of them.  He just wanted to show us where they all are, so we drove from one parking lot to the next so that he could show us his favorite spots.  And they're all along a trail that goes through the local industrial park starting at the sewage treatment plant, so we got to start our tour there; oh, what a breath of fresh air THAT was.  Yes, this is my dad, and this is what he wanted to do today.  I swear one day I'm going to write a book about the experience of living with my parents again.  I really am.

Then I read a book to my kids before dinner,  put the kids to bed after dinner, and now I am sitting here trying to work and my mind is so fuzzy that I can't concentrate.  I don't know if I should drink coffee or take a nap, but I do know that I definitely should not be blogging.  But I am anyway because I am a professional procrastinator.

I am incredibly drained right now, and I think this is going to be a very, very long and difficult week.