My dear children
I want the best for you but…
some days you are thick
Sorry thats the best I can do. It is ten to ten and the eldest just told me he needs 6 sheets of filo, ricotta and spring onions for school tomorrow. I want nothing more to shout and protest and stomp my feet as I was about to get in bed after this post but now I am off to the Tesco just up the road. If they dont have it then I am going to the store in the next town. But that’s ok right because I am an awesome dad.
I don’t feel it, I want to make him get dressed and go himself. Oh, did I mention it’s snowing? Yeah. Loads. Id happily watch him drag his forgetful arse out in a blizzard and drive behind him shouting valuable life lessons out the window.
I can just imagine his snow chilled little face pleading to get in the car as I bellow instructions about how to put up a shelf an how to make a good first impression.
What is more annoying though is that I knew it was food tech tomorrow and forgot to check what he needs. So really I need to shout at myself. But I am way past learning.
Stupid idiots the lot of us. Right, where are my clothes I better get dressed again.
More stuff from my brain meat…