So to be totally honest, I couldn’t be happier that Father’s Day is over. For some reason, yesterday at my house seemed to be extra crazy. Considering that my house compared to most homes, is pretty crazy on a good day, Father’s Day this year was insanity. Kids were wild, Dad was trying to relax, and even the dog seemed to be barking at nothing more than ever. I’m not really sure why, but I know that holidays can bring out the worst in kids (even when 2 parents are on high alert). Well, yesterday brought out th worst in all of us. So I hoped yesterday to give my husband a little break…I would handle the meals, kids, and clean-up. In reality, I couldn’t get a handle on it.
All my husband wanted was a relaxing afternoon with his family, to enjoy and celebrate his special day. An afternoon of hanging out with his 4 amazing kids and minimal bickering would have been fabulous, but yesterday didn’t have the word relaxing in it at all. The kids want to shower him with attention. All 4 of them, all at the same time, and things got competitive. For some reason with the excitement of wanting to make Dad feel really special, the fighting seems to escalate.
We started the day with brunch on the patio and some incredibly strong wind that come from nowhere. The winds were strong enough to rush us through our meal and chase napkins all over the yard. Not really my idea of a relaxing brunch for staying up until 2 a.m. the night before preparing. Then the kickball game…after breakfast my husband said all he wanted to do was do play kick ball. WTH? Kickball I thought. Instantly the kids thought the same thing. 3 people on each team, 95 degree weather, what? So, kickball it was. My guys got overly competitive, I got smacked with the ball on my arm, my daughter cried about her feet hurting (btw…sparkly Tom’s aren’t great shoes for running in dirt), and my youngest never got excited and flat out refused to play.
The day went on with a water fight in the house, one hand slammed in a door, my 8 year old ran away (he came back though), about 5,000 fights, 20 loads of dishes, and one frazzled Mom…get the point? I knew I hit a low when I told the kids they could bathe the dog for pure entertainment purposes.
All in all, we survived. As this great photo shows, Dad read a book and took a little nap. He also got a little alone time (ok, so he had to go out for a 2 mile run in 95 degree weather). On a positive note, I will say that we ate a few really yummy meals, indulged in plenty of bacon, and ended the night off with a few mojitos. But the truth is, I’m feeling a little guilty. I don’t’ think this year made the list for best Father’s Day ever, at least not today. I know we will look back on this crazy day and have fond memories at some point and some people even say that we will miss these times (although I’m not totally convinced).
Since we will be spending some time this summer in the tropical paradise of Belize, I’ve decide that I’m going to do Father’s Day over. I’m going to do it right though. I am planning to take advantage of 1/2 priced cards this week and stock up. Make breakfast in bed for my husband and set out for an all day sailing trip. Perfect day…kids will be happy and someone else will do the cooking. Who cares that we will be celebrating our great Dad on a different day than everyone else! Also, next year, I am going to plan Father’s Day right. I think I will schedule our summer adventure around Father’s Day, since travel is truly my family’s happy place.