Today is Father's Day, and to every father in the world who takes his responsibilities seriously, I congratulate you. To every father who blows it off and just thinks of another pregnancy as another notch on his belt (or penis?), then I salute you with one finger. And you know which one.
Fortunately, the man I'm married to, the man who is the father of my sons, is a wonderful husband and father. He isn't appreciated enough. His own two sons don't even appreciate him as much as they should. But then again, he doesn't do what he does so that they will lavish him with praise. They won't know what a good father he is until (unless?) they have kids of their own.
It's been quiet around here since my brother and his family have been gone. I've read and gathered my resources (literally and figuratively) for the coming week, which will be a long one. Crossroads Writing Project starts tomorrow, and it's the long week (8 a.m. until after 8 p.m. daily, M-Th; the other weeks are 8-4-ish). I have the first shift of providing breakfast and snacks and doing clean-up. I'm heading toward Big Rapids for the first week of staying in my apartment. It's going to be the warmest week we've had so far this summer (up into the high 80s, maybe even as high as 90!), and so I'm glad I don't plan to be at the apartment during the daytime. No air-conditioner.
My husband will leave Wednesday for a week at his mother's house. It's hot in La. right now (no surprise), and knowing his mother, her house will be too hot for real comfort. I'll probably be more comfortable in my apartment than he'll be at his mother's. I wonder if I'll get as thin-blooded as other old women when I get to be an old woman. :-)
Today is the first day of summer, my favorite time of the year. If only I could continue to lie about the house, read detective novels, and do crafts instead of having to stay busy with Professional Development. Oh, well.
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