The only reason I didn’t go out on a “hot” date tonight is because my regular date’s about 2,000 miles away visiting a friend in New Hampshire right now.
But, after getting home from work at about 6 PM, I went out on a date with my two sons (age five and 18 months). We picked up some KFC (mmm, eight pieces plus a big tub of macaroni and cheese, baby!), “Daddy Day Care” from Blockbuster, popped some popcorn, grabbed a fat box of Mike ‘n Ike’s candy, and proceeded to gorge ourselves silly on greasy food and candy while laughing our heads off at the television. The reviewers said this movie was terrible, but with the right company, you’d laugh yourself silly at it too. My oldest son remembers being in day care and preschool, and he thought the movie was insightful and charming. In different words, of course…
You know, I’m usually depressed when my wife leaves town, but right now, LIFE IS GOOD.
Or maybe it’s just the SUGAR RUSH. And the eight pounds I put on chowing down on all that stuff. Thank heaven for Pepto-Bismol.
And you know what? I do have the sweetest wife in the world. Because she’s the girl that prepared a special brown bag for every single day that she’s going to be gone, each day with a special treat or idea so that we won’t get lonely or bored. She put the candy and microwave popcorn in the bag, along with her Blockbuster card to remind me. She knows Mike ‘n Ike’s are my fave. And my sons and I enjoyed the crap out of each other tonight. And we’re going to enjoy going to the zoo even more tomorrow — thanks to her reminder in the form of tickets in another bag.
Too bad it’s the middle of the night where she’s at right now, or I’d call and leave her a big telephone hug.
day care
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Christy Just to set the record straight. Our oldest son has never been to day care and attended preschool with less than a handful of other children in our home! I’m excited that my boys all had fun with the brown bags with surprises I left them while on my trip.
Day Care, preschool
Yeah, I was typing late at night, fumble-fingered me on the day care think. I think everybody’s been guilty of transposing one child’s experiences onto another 🙂
And in Daddy Day Care, two of the kids were the parents’ own children…
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Matthew P. Barnson