–Interlude–

Sigh…there are days when I am not as good a parent as I could be.  Then, there are entire weekends when I am not as good a parent as I should be.  Sometimes, I’m a jerk, and it’s certainly not the fault of anyone but me.  I tend not to dwell on stuff like this, but I just feel so bad for being such a cranky bastard.  Sigh…

Despite myself, my kids still showed me in a dozen different ways how much they love me.  I certainly don’t feel like I earned it, but I accept it with much gratitude.  I’ll have to hang on to their unconditional adoration and keep it in mind more often than I do.  At the very least, maybe they’ll remember that their dad was an overall good guy to be around when they get all 30-something and nostalgic like me.

Interlude over.