[A tired dad standing in a dark kitchen squinting against the interior fridge light.] “Fuck. I thought I had more bread and more than one slice of cheese left.” He shrugs his shoulders to no one and gathers some items that will be passable for a six year kid to pull out of a lunchbox five hours from now. He mutters a quiet prayer that his kids will not come down the stairs for another 30 minutes. He needs the thirty minutes to half listen to a gratitude meditation, scratch out a couple lines in a journal, and fill lunchboxes and backpacks.
As always, fantastic stuff. Make me laugh, well up a little, think and evaluate. You are a great man doing the best he can for his kids with boundless love, that is being a dad. You are real, raw and able to convey the emotions and environment clearly...great writing as always. You too are loved Sull. Always proud to be your friend.
As always, fantastic stuff. Make me laugh, well up a little, think and evaluate. You are a great man doing the best he can for his kids with boundless love, that is being a dad. You are real, raw and able to convey the emotions and environment clearly...great writing as always. You too are loved Sull. Always proud to be your friend.
Awesome writing Tommy! Love to hear about the kids. You're a wonderful dad. I'm sure it isn't easy! Great story for Autism Awareness Month!
Keep writing, you’re really good at it!
If I had a dollar for every time I yelled “No one ever fucking helps me!” at my kids, then I could probably afford to hire help.