Father's Day Fake Out

Last weekend was fun. Of course, I already mentioned the great success of my little Tae Kwon Doers. Well, it was fun when I wasn't relegated to the salt mines under the deck. Yes, hard labor. I was in charge of the deck joist moving team. This was the group of family laborers who were responsible for cutting a larger whole in the deck to accommodate an ever expanding oak tree. Of course, this also meant removing two joists and replacing them a little further apart. I should point out this team was made up of me, myself, and I. The rest of my team - including my blushing bride - were in the pool managing the project from a safe distance. Not fair.

It was not all bad, though. You see, on Sunday morning, my wife and kiddos let me sleep in late. In fact, there were presents waiting for me when I opened my eyes. I woke up comfortably and even had coffee delivered to my bedside. Later, a 4 course breakfast would be made. Better yet, for a change, I was not in charge of this weekend morning cooking extravaganza. To top all of this off, I didn't even half to clean up. My sweet honey told me to just go into the den and do whatever I like. This was my day.

At some point, I realized I was going to have to break the news to them that Father's Day was not in fact last weekend and instead this coming weekend. However, as punishment for my relegation to the crawlspace under the deck the day before, I figured that at least some of this was just desserts.

By noon, I had come clean.

We all had a great laugh. I did let them know that I appreciated all of the presents but that I would expect new ones next weekend. After all, I am a pretty good dad, even if I say so myself, and I deserve better than used presents.

Sometimes purpose comes in the form of payback.