Happy Father’s Day! Yes, I’m four days late. Don’t wanna break my Thursday lifestyle post routine, do I?
Mrs OddFather and I don’t really celebrate Mother’s Day and Father’s Day much. By that I mean I usually wind up forgetting to order a present for her on Mother’s Day, and then piss and moan about needing a break when Father’s Day comes along.
I’m lucky Mrs OddFather doesn’t have a platform to respond to these posts. Even if she tries commenting on the posts it has to come through me for approval first.
Yes. Quite the Empire I have built here.
Nah, I’m not that bad. The issue is Mother’s Day tends to come a few days after her birthday. And this year she had a milestone birthday for which I decided – stupidly- to get her a present for each living year she has graced this planet. Do you know how hard it is to find 60 presents?
I’m lucky Mrs OddFather doesn’t have a platform to respond to… Oh. I’ve done that bit already.
So yes – back to Father’s Day. It started quite pleasantly. I was awoken by the OddKids with a big hug. I received a beautifully hand-crafted card from the OddDaughter. I then received a crumpled-up piece of paper from the OddSon. Yep. Cheers, buddy.
The OddDaughter handed me my present – a set of four pasta bowls. To be fair I’ve been saying we need new bowls for a while. The OddSon bought (via a non-payable loan from Mrs OddFather) a pair of sunglasses. Which is the least he could do after he destroyed my last pair on our Greece trip.
Frankly, we’re still some way short of full compensation.
I then spent some quality time with the OddSon whilst the OddDaughter travelled to prepare for her theatre group performance later in the day. The OddSon is quite the character – very cuddly, very loving – gives some amazing hugs… and then he clawed my face.
Little sh*t.
Whom I continue to love and adore unconditionally regardless of his testing me.
We eventually settled into watching Toy Story. I’ve got a date planned for the entire OddFamily to go to the cinema later in the week to watch Toy Story 5. Expect a review of that next week – including how long it takes for the OddSon to get unsettled.
The afternoon involved leaving the OddSon with his gran and then heading on an hour-long journey to watch the OddDaughter’s theatre performance. I’ll admit, I was a little annoyed this had to land on Father’s Day. But it is what it is.
The performance was a musical show where 6 different theatre groups took us through different decades. From the 1960s to the 2010s.
The OddDaughter’s group was handling the 60s. For all my grumpiness for having part of my Father’s Day taken away from me, when the OddDaughter appeared on stage in her groovy 60s outfit and danced around slightly behind the beat, my heart melted.
She was the youngest of her group so to see her move around the stage with the others put a huge beaming smile on my face. For those 20 minutes I realised how fast my little girl is growing up. If I was being picky I could say I was gutted they didn’t cover a Beatles number. But in times like this who cares about the little details?
Going first meant I was put straight into the mood and loved it. And then the OddDaughter’s (and her group’s) performance was over and was followed by 100 minutes of other kids going through the remaining decades.
100 minutes that felt like it was covering 50 years in realtime.
Let’s be real parents. When we go to these shows, all we care about are our own kids. Which meant the show peaked in the first 20 minutes and left me with another 100 to get through.
What didn’t help was having some of the older kids sing songs from the different decades. What sort of cruel person are you to make a 12-year-old sing Michael Jackson’s hits? You gave them no chance of surviving whatsoever.
I’m allowed to complain, right? Father’s Day only comes once a year. Thankfully, these theatre shows seem to come round every few months.
