I played a gig last night. By the time I got home, got showered, and finally settled in, there were birds chirping.
My day started at 9:00 a.m., when the seven year old came into my room and said, "Daddy, get up, breakfast is almost ready!" After mumbling something foul under my breath, I realized that they had the best of intentions, so I got up and ate my eggs, grits, and turkey bacon. For the rest of the day, I hugged my girls, stole a bunch of kisses from the two year old, smashed some deads, and mowed the lawn.
I hope all the other dads had a wonderful day too.