No Picture Perfect Father’s Day THIS Year

Today is Father’s Day and already I know I’m going to have to have a Father’s Day Do-Over.

My poor hubby.

I had a nice relaxing day planned for the Boss but it all went downhill at about 7:15 a.m.

So much for him sleeping in.

Alex woke up screaming in pain from his still healing tonsillectomy.  Dennis woke up shortly after screaming for juice.   And hard as I tried to refrain, I soon found myself screaming at the two of them for screaming.

Hey…if you can’t beat em, join em right?

UGH!

All I wanted was for both of them to be quiet so daddy could sleep in today.   Well THAT obviously wasn’t going to happen.  It was not long before the Boss dragged his tired ass down the stairs and into the family room where the three screaming banshees were to find out what in the hell was going on.

“Sorry Honey.”

Surprisingly, he took it pretty well anyway and remained calm.   I made him a nice breakfast of pancakes topped with fresh strawberries and cream so that seemed to take the edge off a bit.

Until Hurricane Dennis came through.   More whining, more complaining and more demanding than usual.  Nice.  The Boss was slowly starting to lose his cool and I could tell that between being exhausted and irritated, he was definitely on the edge.

I thought maybe I could lift the mood a little by presenting him with all of his gifts and it did work…until the tantrums started.

Good God the tantrums Dennis has are beyond description.  Full blown kicking and pounding the floor, head flailing backward.  And this goes on and on and on.  Today it was an hour.  Happy Freakin Father’s Day.

I felt so bad for my husband.  Not only did he have to hear the tantrum, but he was also a victim of it.  While he was trying to calm Dennis down, he got punched in the eye.  And this is not the first time his eyes have been incapacitated.  No.  Not the first at all.  In fact, the Boss’ eyes have been poked out and punched more times than I can count.  Sometimes it’s not intentional though.  When he is playing down on the floor with the kids, nine times out of ten his eyes will fall victim to a stray finger or inanimate object.  To be honest, it’s a miracle the man can even still see.

So needless to say today was not the ideal Father’s Day.  Not by a long shot.   My husband just left to get away from our little monster get some air so hopefully when he gets back he will have calmed down a bit.

Yep.  Today will have to get a do-over for sure.