Saturday Night: It’s a Dad Thing.

It’s Saturday night. A night that promises reward for all of the preceding week’s labor. A night for the young-at-heart to cut loose and bend a few rules. It’s party night, a night I used to look forward too.

What am I doing this Saturday night? I’m wandering around the Meijer lawn and garden section looking at fancy expensive lawn mowers that I can’t afford. I’m drinking coffee at Tim Horton’s and using their WIFI to check my Facebook for the eleventh time and read stories on my CNN app. I’m napping in the front seat of my car with the radio playing.

And what has inspired me to spend my Saturday evening doing such excitement filled activities? I’m killing time while my daughter watches a movie with her friends because it’s not worth it to drive all the way home for a half hour and then drive all the way back to get her when the movie is over.

That’s what my Saturday nights have degraded to. I am no longer one who participates in the joyous activities of a weekend earned. I have been demoted to being the support staff to my daughter’s fun-filled social life.

Yep, I’m rockin’ the dad thing.

Has This Ever Happened To You?

Have you ever gone to a party and had to go to the bathroom (the kind that involves sitting down for both male and female) but after you had finished you suddenly realized that there was no toilet paper hanging from the hanger so instead of yelling, “can someone get me some toilet paper!?” like you normally would yell at home because you are too embarrassed to do so in a house full of people that you don’t know very well so you decide to try discreetly calling your friend who is hosting the party on the phone from the bathroom to ask if he could get you some tissue, but he won’t answer his phone so you leave him a nasty voice mail concerning his attention to party preparation details and then you decide that your only option is to do that “waddle” around the bathroom rummaging through cabinets and drawers in search of a roll, but all you can find is a large box of Q-tips?

It has never happened to me either, but if it had . . . . I could assure you that it takes a huge amount of time and Q-tips to properly finish your business.