I am tired. Dead tired. Tomorrow my girls have the day off from school and I am glad I have to work.
They wore me out this weekend. I have nothing left. I can't believe that I am looking forward to teaching 200 high school kids tomorrow and not staying home with my precious angels.
There are days where the daily chores of being a single father can be more overwhelming than anything I face as a high school PE teacher. Today, was one of those days.
My girls wanted and needed everything. It never ended. At the end of it all, I felt like I was a pinata with my daughters taking turns swinging at me. They never missed.
Not with the typical baseball bat, but with request after request that hit me hard and often. By 7 p.m., I was ready to throw in the towel and cry mercy.
However, it was to no avail. Even a heart-felt plea fell on deaf ears.
"Girls, please, let me just have a break. I am done. I can't do it anymore tonight. Ok?"
My girls adore me and I really thought my little fit would get them to understand I had hit the wall. I was wrong.
Shelby put me in my place with her response.
"Dad, you are our Dad. You have to do it just like we have to clean up after we play. Why are you getting upset? You chose to have us, Dad."
"Shelby, I am glad I have you. But, I am tired. Can I just have a few minutes to sit down?"
"Sure. But, can you make our dessert first? And, don't forget, you promised we could all play Go Fish. And, I get to pick out the book you read to us tonight, remember?"
"Yea, I remember Shelby. Let's go. I'll rest when you guys go to sleep."
I also remember why having to work tomorrow doesn't seem all that bad.
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