I was thinking about writing you a love letter for Father’s Day. You know, to let you know how much I appreciate you and how it’s been a pleasure to bear your children and how I’ve missed you so much since you flew back to New York on Monday and left me to fend for myself with these two rascals after me all the time.
But since then I’ve been pretty consumed by being their horse, encyclopedia, safety officer, comforter, nutritionist, trampoline guardian, baseball coach, disciplinarian, translator, ball fetcher, spoon-feeder, and cleanliness expert, among other things.
And, frankly, I’m exhausted. So maybe I’ll get around to that letter next year.
Enjoy your last few days of Father’s Week. I hope you get enough sleep.
ps You owe me bigtime.