To be clear, my kids have a dad in their lives. They live with him three days a week. They say they are going for bike rides and sneak into his apartment to eat six hot dogs (a real thing my daughter did today).
But someone has to be the dad at my house. And it’s me.
Breakfast
Kurbs
So I showed up to my parents house and my dad did actually give me a gift. Not for Father’s Day specifically but still.
Then my dog ate something that she shouldn’t have and we had to induce vomiting and I cut my foot on a rock and bled all over my parents patio. What a day.
For answering “I’m bored” with “hi bored, I’m mom.”
My dad texted to ask me not to vote to reelect our R congressman. My dad always votes R.
His reasoning was because Scott has some bad opinions on sports broadcasting/ keeping the Packers in Green Bay.
I won’t vote for him because I want my trans kid to have health care. But I guess a win is a win?
Tomorrow is Father’s Day. As a single mom, I think I also deserve a gift. For all the times I’ve told them to close the door and stop air conditioning the outside. For complaining about leaving the lights on. For standing on the patio and saying “we really need this rain.”
I hope my friends will remember to put this on my tombstone honestly.
