Who’s in charge? Sometimes at the end of the day when the kids are asleep and the house is clean and quiet, do you ever find yourself tip toeing through the house or hesitant to put your dinner in the microwave, trying to avoid the ding, knowing that would jeopardize the last forty minutes of energy you have left in your spirit to catch one quarter of an ODU game so you could at least have something remotely manly to say on your next trip to the barbershop. Do you ever need something from the store, then think to yourself: I have to get two kids dressed, put in the car seats, load the car seats and stroller, get to the store, unload everybody, get back home and unload everybody and everything. All for some deodorant? I’ll just be funky until we need more stuff to go along with the Degree.
But before I even go to the store, I have to check in with my loan officer, my wife. I’m not gonna lie, she runs our finances and everything runs smoothly because of it. Cable, electric, student loans, insurance and cell phones etc. I just give her my checks and most of the cash, but somehow $50 magically never makes it back. Yeah I said it. I’m supposed to be the man of the house and the only way I can get petty cash for Starbucks and Wal-Mart is to skim off the top. My son has more money than I do. At my all time low I even had to borrow $10 from him to get some socks.
Tidewater fathers let’s take a stand. Let’s take back our homes from these little people. Since when did making funky smells, annoying noises and ruining carpets qualify you to be head of the household? So from this day forward I am gonna walk loudly, eat late and watch the whole game like the boss that I am….
Who am I kidding? Let me turn this light out before these crazy jokers wake up and I can’t enjoy this sandwich I made, plus I might need a loan in the future…