Yesterday was the last day of class, and next week is finals. Consequently, I've been a little busy. Yesterday I was on campus from 7:00am to 11:00pm, and I got back here at 6:00am today. It'll likely get worse before it gets better, but at least there's only one week left.However, Erin just called to tell me the saddest thing I've ever heard in my entire life: during breakfast, Sammy turned to Erin and said "Guess who's coming over to our house today? Daddy!"
I'm such a lousy father.
3 comments:
You'd only be a lousy father if he was terrified about Daddy coming home. Finals don't last forever. Neither does getting an MBA. He's not scarred. But that's a pathetic little picture of him. :(
I'm with Annette--the real tragidy would be if he said "Not daddy again." And, so, I guess I wasn't supposed to laugh, right?
I bet that did hurt. But I'm with the others -- he spoke with excitement. It's a good thing.
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