Happy Father's Day

The end of the school year is always a cluster ****.  There are projects to complete, baseball games to schlepp off to, presents to be bought for teachers, crap, I mean important school work to be brought home.  Scrappy Doo had a Kindergarten Graduation ceremony on Friday and I stayed up until midnight the night before editing a special tear jerker video to screen at the event.  When I got home on Friday evening and surveyed the kitchen it looked like a school room threw up all over the floor. I was too tired to care and went to bed because guess what?  I had to get up at six on Saturday so I could prepare to host five of Prince's fifth grade friends for a sleepover.

Each boy is having their own party and they each get to invite one child for every year of school so Prince had five, James Dean will have three next weekend and I am not really sure what we are going to do for Scrappy because technically K isn't a number.

Prince's friends were due to arrive around 10am and by 8 I was already barking orders at the husband, "Why didn't you get the ping pong table?" "Can you go pick up a new badminton set?"

Just before the boys arrived I had managed to shove all of the school stuff into a closet upstairs and sweep the floor.  Of course the only room they were all interested in being in was the one with the XBox, so freshly picked flowers in a vase on the clean dining room table probably was not necessary.

The husband left in search of a badminton set and I rearranged the children's artwork on the refrigerator because that is what you are supposed to do when you have five thousand other things to do.

When the husband arrived home two hours later he not only had a badminton set but a ping pong table, croquet set and a couple of paintball guns.

The plan was to take the boys to a 6:30 movie, but by the time we hoisted the ping pong table into the barn and the husband set it up, 6:30 was out of the question so we pushed our movie outing to the 7:20 show and he got to work on the badminton net.  By 7 all of the boys were outside laughing and playing volleyball.  I couldn't bear the thought of hustling them off to a dark theater instead of enjoying the gorgeous June evening.  The husband piled them into the van at 8:45 to catch the last show of the night.  I stayed behind with Scrappy and James Dean because I knew neither Scrappy nor I would be able to stay awake until midnight.  Ice cream with sprinkles was the only thing to soothe Scrappy's broken heart as the van pulled away without him and he was out by 10pm.

I didn't wake up when everyone got home after midnight, but when I awoke this morning I found the husband curled up at the foot of our bed as Scrappy, James Dean and I stretched out comfortably in the King size bed and a gaggle of boys slept in the next room.  He could have gone downstairs and slept in the guest room (I would have)  but he didn't because the place the husband wants to be more than anywhere is with his family even if it means sleeping at the foot of the bed.

So a very happy Father's Day to the best Dad and husband I know.  I may have the big ideas for Popcorn Bowl moments, but he makes sure they happen.