Hump Day Ramble: Two Great Mornings

 I’m a bachelor this week. The wife is out with the kids at the lake at the Girl’s Bible camp. It’s a great deal too. It’s free, it’s open to everyone and the kids get away from the folks, they have all kinds of fun and activities and the Bible stuff is kept to an absolute minimum - enough to keep the l’il ones on the up and square with their Maker. I dunno who has more fun - the kids or the women! They had regular meetings to plan everything where the hens natter and chatter and make lists and scheme and plot. At the end of the week they’re all tuckered right out and exhausted… but they’re all happy. It’s the old adage: if the wife’s happy - I’m happy! 

HAR HAR HAR HAR!!! 😆👍

I pooped the bed this morn so the Niglet and I rolled out at 05:00 for dawg patrol. It’s a great time of year. It’s still balmy enough for sandals and tee shirts (don’t forget to put on your pants, Filthie!) but I can smell the fall in the air. All the parks are deserted at this time of day and I let Hanna off the leash to run and play as she will. We got back at 7:00 and I got a text from the wife:

Guess her day’s off to a good start…

😊

I’m not doing bad either!

She’s out with B’s wife who is one of the other camp councillors. B and I are friends too, and he called me up last night, absolutely fuming. They “adopted”a young 20 year old - single mom with a train wrecked life, who lives in their basement with her two year old. I had to hang up after listening to his story. The kid wants to grow up in the worst way, but doesn’t have the street smarts or maturity to do it. She’s a good kid but she knows everything. It just brought back a flood of memories from when my own daughter crashed and burned over a decade ago. I’ve learned to repress a lot of it. Some young women get to that age and figure they can make their own life decisions and do so… and when their trains de-rail it’s everyone else’s fault but their own. If you’re a father of such a young woman, it’s a no-win situation. Your choice is either go along with them and accept the drama, psychosis, and financial drain… or you part ways to save what’s left of your sanity. The hell of it is the kid usually ends up hating you either way. Been there, done that, got the tee shirt. I listened to him vent, but it’s not my circus, not my monkeys. He’s coming over later today to chat about it but what can I say? The young lady is getting involved with a man twice her age that looks like he came off the cast of The Sons Of Anarchy…. 

I am a complete failure when it comes to female hysteria and drama so the best thing I can do is shut my hole, be there to listen… and pray. Being a father in this day and age is mighty tough business. I think it’s even worse now than it was when I was doing it.

Might be a good time to pray for all fathers, now that I think of it? 🤔