I’ve learned this week that I suck as a single dad; I hope to never have it become a permanent lifestyle. Teen was late to school every day this week. Today, she had no lunch. Yesterday, Toddler was late to preschool and also had no lunch.
Today when I dropped Teen off at her school, we did the parental “walk of shame” into the office to check her in. Behind the counter was the largest, most surly woman I’ve ever met. She looked and had the personality of Jabba The Hutt’s African sister. Of that I am sure.
Jabba’s Sis: You’re late!
Me: Yeah, sorry. Can we just get the little slip of paper that shows we suck?
Jabba’s Sis: What’s your excuse?
Me: Actually, her mom’s in the hospital, and I just suck at getting children ready rapidly. In fact, I can nearly guarantee we’ll be late tomorrow. Perhaps you should be proactive and fill out the top part of tomorrow’s tardy slip for us.
Jabba’s Sis: At last we have the mighty Chewbacca.
The good news is that New Baby and Pretty Bride are home now, as is Helpful Mother-in-Law. So, I can go back to being Working Dad tomorrow and stick to what I know.
One interesting tidbit about the delivery: Pretty Bride gave the anesthesiologist the finger. This was right after she insulted the nurse anesthetist by interrupting his boilerplate “risks of epidurals” lecture with a “Yeah, I got it. When’s the anesthesiologist going to get here?”
When he did arrive, she disliked his repeated condescending remarks about her inability to be perfectly still while dilated to 8cm (and in the middle of contractions). So, she shot him the bird. I laughed out loud and felt quite proud. Plus, how 1980s is shooting the bird? Quite. And I love the ’80s.
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