We’ve all spent the last few days “relaxing” on the beach. Dad-style.
This has included planning a tennis tournament with the kids in 110 degree heat with athletes 30 years younger and more able; and then spinning drama and controversy from said tournament that they themselves crafted the framework and rules.
~Recovering physically from the tournament, both from the injuries incurred, and the egos which were bruised.
~17 daily trips to and from the beach carrying an inordinate amount of beach toys and adult beverages, but never seeming to have the right number of either.
~Sand-removal. From so many places and people parts sand just shouln’t be.
~Ice runs. Because Dads need a lot of ice; and need to talk about the means, amount, melt-rate, etc. about as much as they need to talk about Dream Teams in every sport.
~Dream Team compilations and drafts in every sport.
But to be fair, in between all of this “relaxing,” there’s been a lot ice cream fetching, fishing, firework-watching, wildlife appreciation, intense binge watching of the new season of Stranger Things on Netflix and superb grilling.
Just make sure he flips the burger with the good arm and doesn’t mistake the Aspercreme with the ketchup.