A Father's Day to Die For

I am not so good at doing the whole over the top recognition of events. Heck, I don't even recognize. (I once worked for a builder who thought it was a great moral builder to sing and have a company dance with a big yellow dancing chicken and pins and Crap... it was painful and I am glad I had the experience so that teaching was so much more appealing than that well paying job)


And so it was Father's day. I had bought Mr Darcy gifts- which we didn't give him because I thought that the shirts we now dumb and would be

 A. mocked or B. not worn.
 neither of the options I wanted to face. BTW- I am a crappy gift buyer/giver too. What a great combo in a wife and mom.

I did LET Mr D sleep in (he does what he wants).

I did make him his favorite breakfast- but I had to substitute sausage for bacon because I will not pay 6 $ at Wilbur's for bacon AND... we were out of potatoes so the hash browns were missing from the favorite breakfast. So, you could say, I didn't let him starve.

I warmed up his burrito from the night before and brought it to him to eat (which I would have normally done)

I did let him go to church and ditch out after sacrament. I didn't make him take the father's day gifts.

I did let him go to Home depot to buy the rest of the supplies for our door that due to the flood of '10, had stopped shutting and would blow open unless you put bricks behind it.

I did let him pick the restaurant to eat at and then suggest Native New Yorker and then be mad at the prices and the quality of food. (I was mad not him)

I did let him finish out the door he started the day before so that snakes wouldn't crawl in.

I did applaud him when he finished around 10.

It might be more of a day than I got.

 I got to make my own Mother's day dinner, take the kids to church by myself while Hubs worked overtime. I feel bad about his day. I am a dud. :)

When you only have one sock it is going to be a bad day

Two days ago Mr Darcy ranted that I never do laundry. Never? really, I wonder then what are the piles of things that people have yet to dig through, fold or gotten rid of out of my Laundry Room. because frankly, they are taking up some serious space.

Today, he could only find one sock. One. I remembered that I didn't do whites on Monday like usual, but I did last week. How could the man with 3 weeks worth of socks only have one sock?

I don't know either and he left mad for work. I have yet to look through two couches of clean unfolded laundry to find the mate- an hour after he has gone to work. Just not worth saying I told you so to a sleeping house.

I am slightly curious if he has one one sock only to make a point or if he wore church socks to work. If I text him the results could be disastrous.