I love my children. To death. They are absolutley wonderful. But sometimes I can't help but feeling that I deserve a break from it all…..them all. You know…a moment when you can do things for yourself and yourself only. When you don't have to think about anyone elses feelings and needs except for your own. You have worked late every day of the week. You have tried to sort out various private issues during lunch hour. And you've had to take care of family matters after work late at night. It gets better. You have also been deprived of sleep bacause you've stayed up most of the nights of the week trying to get the rookie to sleep.
Even if you work in advertising and get paid for doing things that don't exactly cure cancer, weekends should still have elements of weekends in them. I believe that's every man's unconditional right. That means elements of sleeping in…watching movies either from the couch or at the cinema…reading a good book while eating in bed….maybe even time for some exercise before meeting up with friends and maybe catching yet another movie. But as a father of…..eh…one… two….three. Yes, three….you don't really have that luxury. I guess you kind of feel that you can't afford that luxury because there is a price you have to pay.
Anyway, my point is that I, just like most other dads, feel pretty stretched in a lot of ways, particularly during the weekends when you try to make up for the time you didn't spend with the kids when you were in the office. This picture is the perfect articulation of that weekend feeling.