I don't usually post about holidays because of two main reasons.
Generally I don't feel that I have much to add. All anyone has to do is check Facebook and they are sure to read at least 5 pre-made banners varying from profound to treacly-sweet that pretty much cover the concept of any holiday.
I generally forget about holidays until it is irrelevant.
This year I thought Father's Day was last weekend. I planned ahead and cooked my husband's favorite summer meal, only to realize when my 12 year old informed me as I served the meal with a flourish, that once again, I had the wrong date. My husband didn't mind. He is not very sentimental and any reason to have his favorite meal is just fine and dandy.
However today is Father's Day; I'm relatively certain because I googled it twice. So here goes:
I have a great Dad, made obvious by the fact that he never killed me when I was snotty. I was snotty pretty continually.
I have a great father-in-law, made obvious by the fact that he always compliments my cooking even when I don't serve meat.
I have a great husband, who only laughs a little at me when I can't remember dates.
I have 4 boys who will grow up someday to hopefully be dad's too.
I have an all-powerful Heavenly Father that loves me and cares for me.
It's a rich day, even if the special meal was eaten last week.
Question:
During what parenting activity do you have to explain/apologize, "I'm not shouting at you because I'm angry; I'm shouting because I'm so scared."
Hint:
It's an activity that makes almost anyone wish for valium.
On our date last night my husband and I did what most married couples do even when we try not to; we discussed the children. We both agreed that we didn't want them watching movies and lying about all Summer. We weren't sure what we wanted them to do exactly.
Our 17 year old daughter solved the "what" dilemma for at least one afternoon by driving home with a roofing nail in a tire.
I had no idea how much fun the younger set would have changing the tire.
This guy was determined but weighing only 42 pounds is somewhat of a obstacle.
It was actually good timing as our 16 year old just got her permit and needed to learn how to change a tire anyway.
Afterwards I had to go buy new tires. This not lying about idea is expensive.
Have you ever awoken wondering,
Burning, aching to know....
What is the world's grossest and most inconvenient toy?
It's taken 20 years of research, but my husband and I have finally discovered the truth.
It's not Slime with lumps that look somewhat like boogers.
It's not silly putty. It's not even that disgusting lollypop built like a ring that is the bane of any parent that prefers not to hold sticky hands.
It's not the Barbie who's chest measurements grow if you twist her arm.
It's (drumroll please) the Grow Shark. We know this because my 6 year old bought one on vacation with his grandparents. My husband and I laughed when we read the instructions; place shark toy in bathtub full of water and let grow for 6 days until shark fills the tub.
Oh, sure. I'll give the Grow Shark a bathtub... for 6 days. because I want my son to play with a 4 foot long, wet and slimy shark made of unknown chemicals that smells overpoweringly of spray paint. Don't mind the snail trail it leaves behind after it touches something...
Poor thing only got a enormous stainless steel bowl from Target, it stunted its potential.
It made up for the indignity by being extra slimy and looking quite real submerged in its murky water. My 6 year old checked it's progress everyday.
I had to live with the huge bowl out on my kitchen counter. Don't laugh- that was hard for me and it kept startling visitors who wondered about our diet.
Maybe next time my son goes on vacation he can pick up a Happy Fun Ball.
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