My sources tell me that a little somebody at
House of Boys Partyof5, Inc is upset that they never got a Father’s Day post. The people here at House of Boys Partyof5, Inc. have been super busy- holding babies, painting walls, pouring drinks, planting flowers, tearing down fences, park playing, watching baseball games, changing and washing diapers, boobfeeding, and taking pictures of VERY IMPORTANT THINGS.
What’s that, yo? There’s no school like the old school?
My apologies, Matt. I’m so sorry you never got a blog post about Father’s Day. I’m sorry that I just lied too. When I say the people here at Partyof5, Inc. have been painting walls and tearing down fences, I really mean you. I’ll admit that I am totally worthless when it comes to tearing down fences and painting walls.
Anyways, please tell your people to call my people and we’ll get right on that Father’s Day post for next year.
Life with a newborn, (almost) eight year old, and an (almost) four year is exhausting. I know what you are thinking: EXCUSES. It’s just the truth of the matter and sometimes it can’t be helped. So, contrary to what some may believe, I didn’t have the time last Sunday to sit down and tell the Internet how wonderful you are as a husband, provider, and baby daddy.
Besides, I already know what kind of Daddy you are. But the Internet? HAS NO CLUE.
I can’t remember…does HARD WORKER come before or after BABY CATCHER on your resume? Whatever the order, you work so hard and it’s so obvious to everyone.
Pretty good, huh?
Hey Internet! My sources tell me that my MTP is a HUMDINGER- a humdinger of a husband, of a father, of a man. Now you know.
And MTP? Happy Father’s Day. I love you.