Here’s a big shout out to all the men in my life, however belated
I feel it is necessary to give a big shout out to all the men in my life this week.
That makes me sound like a right old trollop, but I’m basically referring to my husband and my dad who, in a rare moment of total honesty, I must admit, don’t get the credit they are due.
In case you have been living under a rock. It was Father’s Day on Sunday, the day you’re supposed to make a fuss of the Daddies in your life.
Instead I fecked off to a Bon Jovi concert with the sister in law and niece leaving Himself with two stroppy teenagers and a basket of ironing, should he get bored at any stage.
To be fair, the presents and cards had been purchased but I forgot to post my dad’s and to wrap Himself’s.
He subsequently ended up with presents in a bag with a gift card saying, ‘Happy Birthday Danny,
IN A RARE MOMENT OF TOTAL HONESTY, I MUST ADMIT MY HUSBAND AND MY DAD DON’T GET THE CREDIT THEY ARE DUE
love Niamh!’ left over from The Eldest’s recent birthday.
Now we all know that women like being made a fuss of. God help me if I’d ever forgotten Mother’s Day for my own poor mother or Mother in Law. There’d have been all picture and no sound for weeks after!
And you can be bloody sure I’d have thrown an unmerciful hissy fit had Himself fecked off to a Bon Jovi concert (highly unlikely mind you – he’s more a Duran Duran fan!) on Mother’s Day and left me to man the fort.
But no, he took it on the chin. Even when the children failed to make breakfast or even a cup of tea for him, he sucked it up and carried on.
Admittedly he was close to breaking point when I arrived home with such a bad hangover I had to take to the bed and he had to make his own dinner, but he’s nothing if not stoic.
As for my dad. When I rang him to wish him a happy Father’s Day and inform him I forgot to post his card and pressie, he laughed.
When my brother who is famous for his **** stirring skills pointed out that I was the only one of his children who hadn’t sent him a card, he still laughed.
The point I’m trying to make is aren’t men great...in their own way?
I mean ok they are never going to really listen to anything important we have to say, or notice when we get our hair done or tell us repeatedly how much they love us, but they’re always there in the background, strong and steady, ready to catch us when we fall.
Never expecting much, except maybe the odd dinner, a few pints and custody of the remote control.
So belated Happy Father’s Day Dad and Himself! I’ll make it up to ye but can we wait for this hangover to shift first?!