Monday, January 31, 2005

Confessions of a Bad Daddy

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned...

I needed to get gas yesterday, but I never did get it. I could have gotten some on the way to work this morning but I had already killed half an hour waiting in line at the post office, and I didn't want to take the extra time. I figured I could leave a little early and get some on the way home. I didn't, of course, because by the time I left I was barely able to make it home in time for Tina to go to her yoga class.

That's all just preamble to the main event...

While Tina goes to yoga, the boys and I go out to dinner. Tonight, we were going to Johnny Carino's because Xander loves pasta. There is a gas station right on the way, so I planned to stop there on the way to the restaurant. I drove right past it before I realized (planning what to order for the boys) and had no convenient turnaround, so I decided to try to make it to the next closest gas station I could think of. I ran out of gas about a mile away with both boys in the back. Bad daddy!

I called Uncle Dave, who graciously dropped what he was doing, raced home to get his gas can and came to rescue us. In the meantime, three strangers stopped to offer help; one of them pushed my car onto a side street to get off the access road. The boys were super. Xander cried once when I got out of my car to talk to one of the strangers. I should have explained what I was doing; I'm sure he thought I was leaving him. Other than that we sang songs, played tickle, and even took a short walk in the cold before seeking the relative warmth of the car.

Uncle Dave brought the gas, the car started right up, and I drove to the gas station and filled up. Then Xander piped up, "Can we go to the restaurant now? I'm hungry!" And so we did...

2 Comments:

At 9:11 PM, February 01, 2005, Blogger Juice said...

Not a bad Daddy. You're one of the most patient dads I know. . .just the opposite of when we were growing up. . .but I guess you weren't a dad then. And little sisters have to be more fun to torture than your own spawn.

 
At 11:04 AM, February 02, 2005, Blogger Bheeshmar said...

Do comments work?

 

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