The family flew to Florida today. I didn’t go. Something about staying behind to work.
Oh, and I wasn’t invited.
Don’t feel bad for me. Sometimes it is a blessing not to be invited.
Plus my wife is letting me tag along to the NECC Conference with her (can you say tax write off… I feel like such a piece of meat… does she not know that I have feelings) and then we are going to Colorado on the family vacation. So that is enough travel for me for one summer.
Too much time in airports makes me a cranky administrator (alright, crankier).
They got on a plane for Florida early Saturday morning. They are meeting my daughter’s grandma and her aunt for an all girl’s vacation.
6 days for them in Florida. 6 days of them being in Florida for me.
This may sound harsh, but getting the house all to myself for an extended period just doesn’t happen very often.
Because of this opportunity, I didn’t want to be invited. It was the perfect storm for a non-invitation. You have Florida, beaches, the all-girls thing, and missing work.
Here are my reasons.
Florida isn’t my favorite spot because it is hot and full of old people (granted, I will be old soon), bad drivers (see old people, mostly from out of state), and it rains every day around 4:00 p.m. (just in time for the old people to get wet as they go to dinner… and no one likes the smell of wet old people).
Then there are the beaches. I know people love to just sit and stare at the ocean, but to me it is just sitting and staring at the ocean. I get it. It’s sand and water. How can you expect me to sit there quietly for 8 hours?
This goes against everything that I hold sacred.
My wife tells me I should read a book. Why fly 7 hours to sit in the heat and read. We have a library just a few blocks from the house (and it is air conditioned).
As I mentioned, it is also an all-girls trip. They will spend 6 days staring at the ocean and talking about… well I have no idea. I am assuming there will be lots of conversations about flowers, babies, clothes, and girl’s stuff that I don’t understand (actually I do understand, I just try not to think about it).
And I didn’t want to miss work (did I just write that?). Suddenly, I am feeling a little nauseous.
Normally, I would jump at the chance to skip out on work in June. School is out for the year and the beginning of next year seems so far away.
But it is that time of year when 3 or 4 teachers resign as they move on to new jobs.
This means I have plenty of work to do at school (I am guessing about 25 interviews before the hiring season comes to a close).
No time for the beach.
So I will be spending Father’s Day alone. All alone. By myself.
And so quiet.
I don’t think the Florida vacation was meant to be my Father’s Day gift, but it sure has worked out that way.
6 days of doing whatever I want, whenever I want. Catching up on yard work, golfing, and watching TV in peace (just for the record I am wearing pants as I write this, although not wearing them is certainly an option that deserves consideration).
This also means I am presently sitting in the house where the tempature is hovering around 57 degrees (and I don’t have to feel badly because the wife isn’t walking around wearing a jacket and stocking cap complaining that it is hard to Twitter when she can’t feel her fingers).
The only downside is that I can’t (or won’t) cook. I may starve to death. I think I can survive until Thursday, but time will tell.
The nice people at Pizza Hut were kind enough to provide me with dinner (along with the kind ladies at Subway who provided me lunch).
So the girls get to enjoy themselves in Florida and I get to do whatever I want for almost a whole week.
Don’t get me wrong, I will miss them. Quiet is great for awhile, but I am sure at some point it will get too quiet (I need some noise or else the voices in my head become too clear).
Before they left, I got to open my real Father’s Day gift.
Much to my surprise, my daughter purchased me a Nintendo Wii. It’s the gift she has always wanted.
Nothing says Father’s Day like your only child taking your money and buying themselves a video game.
Actually, I am glad she got me (us) the video game. It is a lot of fun (I didn’t realize how far video games have come since Pacman, Mario Brothers, Donkey Kong, Space Invaders and my personal favorite Frogger).
The whole family will enjoy it and get to spend time together (but not for a few days).
The downside is she has already called me 3 times from Florida to tell me that I need to practice while she is gone.
She needs some competition when she gets back.
And they will be back before I know it. Truthfully, in a couple of days I will be counting down the minutes until I get to see them.
In the meantime, I need to find some teachers and sharpen my video game skills.
But before I do that, I am going to sit on the couch (possibly wearing pants… haven’t decided yet) and enjoy the quiet.
Happy Father’s Day everybody.