I'm slinking in here with my tail tucked between my legs. We celebrated Father's Day with Stupid Daddy getting up at 5am with Lilah. And not only that: he let me sleep until eight-fucking-thirty o'clock. And not only that: nothing woke me up at that hour except my very own sense of feeling rested. And not only that: between 5 and 8:30, he managed to tend to all three kids and also shop for and prepare brunch for eight. And not only that: the pancakes turned out really delicious. And not only that: he spent the rest of the day helping to take care of the kids and simultaneously finishing up the shelving in our bedroom closet. Blindfolded.
Dayenu already! I feel totally worthless and undeserving. And also, super lucky that the father of my kids is such a wonderful guy. If you're expecting my usual bitterness and sarcasm, sorry. His performance today sucked all of that out of me.
Until tomorrow, anyway.
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