It is common knowledge that I am not going to win "Father of the Year" any time soon. I am comfortable with that. But tonight I was good. This evening was a success.
There is a silly little tradition that the wives in our care group have. "Birthday Dinner" is it's title, but it amounts to dumping the kids on a group of overworked dad's and pretending like they were in college again. It happens on a Sunday evening once a month and it happened tonight. I know they flirt with the waiter, order more than they will eat and gossip about their beloved over worked husbands. I can promise you that the guys have never celebrated "Birthday Dinner" together. The thought of that sounds kinda weird.
The flip side of this tradition is that the guys take the kids to McDonald's for chicken nuggets and playland. Nutrition and exercise all in a 40 minute dinner. Tonight the group was small, but we were strong. Ferguson and his daughter Alyssa, Scott, Cayden and the twins and myself with Blake and Anna. 3 Adults, 6 kids, 3 under the age of 3 months. To be brief, let me just say it was huge success. Everyone got to eat and crying was controlled. Once I got home with the kids I began bath time with Blake and got Anna ready for bed. Sharla strolled in around 9 p.m. and began to quiz me on the specific events of the evening. Scott Meyer, good job tonight. Cayden did really good. Ferguson, thanks for your help. You have a great daughter. Blake was on his best behavior tonight and Anna slept the entire time. Wives.... - never mind. Tonight was a success.