A recent trip to Florida to do the theme parks, plus a return to a sickness that has devoured the family made me realize this: being a grown-up really sucks.
I am "in charge" by committee. I don't have any desire to lead the family's decisions or pay the check when it comes to the table. And yet, I'm the daddy. That's what society says I do. And yes, there are times when I would take pride in doing just that.
But not all the bloody time. Especially when I'm on vacation. When everyone turns to daddy, who do I turn to?
Even when my dad is with me, as he was on vacation, he was just as guilty as looking to me for help as everyone else. I guess taking a vacation for me would be to not be a daddy for a while.
But that would be boring.