My gift to Chris for Father's Day was time to himself. I think we reach a point, particularly after having children, when time to do as you please is truly the best, most indulgent gift.
He was at the golf course by 7 a.m. and did not return until almost 4 p.m. I think he liked his gift.
The boys asked once or twice where Chris was throughout the day, but after hearing he was golfing, they were content with the explanation and did not inquire further. Daddy golfs and to them, that is good.
On Monday evening, I had plans to meet a friend to play tennis for an hour. As I prepared to get up from the dinner table to get ready to hit the courts, the boys were not pleased.
"Where are you going Momma?" Brennan asked for the third time.
"To tennis Brennan. Mommy is going to play some tennis for a little bit."
"For how long?" Aidan asked gazing at me seriously.
"Hmmm, I don't know. An hour maybe?" I replied.
"So, does this mean you'll be back to put us to bed or not?" Brennan inquired.
"Not sure - I will definitely come up when I get home to give you kisses though, okay?"
"But when?" "Will I be awake?" "Can you wake me up?" "Who are you playing tennis with?" "Are you only going to play tennis or do something else?" "Are you coming right home after?" "Are you leaving right now?" "Can't you stay longer?"
At this, I stopped answering their questions and burst into laughter. I gave Chris a mock glare and yelled, "Okay everybody, Daddy was gone for like 12 hours yesterday and no one says a word! I only want to leave for an hour guys!"
They didn't find it funny. Not funny in the least. My three little wardens. At least they're cute.
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