Two things are coming: A big storm back east. And Labor Day. Having lived back east, I remember once walking to a friend’s house during a hurricane. Thought it would be cool. Turns out it was just stupid. I was almost killed. That still pales compared to this past weekend. But I’ll get to that in a minute.
In a couple of days it will be Labor Day weekend. When I was younger (i.e. kid and wife free, not that I prefer that, Honey!), Labor Day meant two laid back barbecues where I could relax with friends, drink beer and then go home to a nice quiet apartment and watch Jerry Lewis make money for his kids. It ain’t that anymore.
Okay. First, this past weekend. I don’t ever remember wishing that the weekend was shorter. Until this past Saturday. I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but my weekends ARE broken records. Driving ungrateful kids everywhere, then picking the same ungrateful kids up whenever they’re done doing whatever it is they’re doing. I mean, I literally pulled into our driveway Saturday afternoon after picking up my son from a friend’s house (don’t know the friend, nor the parents. Could be killers. I don’t care.) and was about to get out of the car when my son practically yelled, “Don’t get out! I’m just running in to use the bathroom then I need you to take me to Dom’s.” Dom? Anyway, the rest is a blur, except sometimes it was my daughter yelling at me. I think I saw my wife, though I’m not even sure we’re still married.
Now, Labor Day? Relaxing? Not a chance. And Jerry Lewis is on his own. Good luck, Jer. Oh sure, we’re going to a barbecue that my wife agreed to without asking me. Know why she didn’t ask me? Because I would have said NO!!! I don’t like the guy. He’s pompous, he’s a braggart, he spits when he talks, he’s my brother-in-law. Nuff said.
I was so happy to get to work on Monday I almost kissed the cleaning lady. Yeah, I got in real early. Thank god it’s Monday.
Hey, I want to end on a good note. Check out this funny dad rap video I saw on YouTube that speaks to all of us. Oh, and let me know how your weekend was.