I try my best with what very little time I had available to me to do something for my husband this Father’s Day. We don’t have the money right now so I made him a homemade gift. I had to make it last night after my daughter went to bed because that’s the only time I had. It’s her footprint and I cut this poem on my cricut. I was up until 1AM because I was having a hard time with the tiny font.

My husband decided he was going to go to church this morning. So while he was at church I took my daughter to see my Dad. My Dad was only going to be home until noon so it worked perfectly. Went and saw him and came home same time my husband got home. Out my daughter down for a nap, then hubby and I had lunch. His was leftover chili. At 3 he went into his office to do his weekly discipleship with his church friends. I had asked him if he could skip and he said no he wanted to do it today. So he did that until 5:30. While he was doing the class my daughter woke up and I thought it would be nice to make some cookies for him. He’s GF so it’s really special when I do because it’s from scratch.

After he was done with his class when called his step dad to wish him a Happy Father’s Day. Then I started making dinner. I made him a homemade GF pot pie and he sat and relaxed. I made it in between taking care of my daughter because she kept coming and looking for me. It took longer than expected. Finished that, fed her, put her to bed and then we had dinner. After dinner I had to anchor some furniture to the wall, in our basement. I’m babysitting a friend’s kids tomorrow and I’ve been meaning to do this. My husband said while I worked on that he would call his Dad and talk to him. Everything was going fine. I finished up, took a couple hours because it was bookcases and such and I had to move them on my own. I cleaned up everything while I was down there.

I then had to clean the guest room of stuff stored in it so the kids could sleep in there tomorrow. When I finished I realized we didn’t have anything on the windows to make the room dark. So I found some scrap fabric I had and tried to put it up. I was way too short to reach. It’s after 12 and my husband just got out of the shower. I walked in our room and said I was so so so sorry but could he help me. He looked annoyed and said fine. I told him I tried really hard not to ask but I really needed his help. He said it was fine but he was very annoyed because this day went nothing like how he wanted to. That he was tired all day and the day ended up being things for everyone else but him. He couldn’t even relax today because something had to be done like me going to see my Dad or him having to call his Dads. Then he added “but I did like the gift you made me” like that helped.

I didn’t know what to say. I tried to make it a nice day. I even made sure we were only out of the house when he was busy and wouldn’t be home alone. Like this me me feel like crap. Just because it’s Father’s Day doesn’t mean that only you do is sit on the couch all day and do nothing. You’re not the only Father. So I just told him I was really sorry and I did try. He said I don’t have to be sorry and here I am like, then why even complain about your day then?

Sorry I just really needed to vent and have no one to truly vent to.