Me and the fellas here at EoT spend a lot of time writing about our experiences as a dad, but without our wives, girlfriends, ex-wives, etc., we wouldn’t be dads (unless we went out and adopted on our own, which if you’ve read this blog enough, you know that each of us would be screwed without our respective partners).
Long story short, the mothers of our children got the home-thing on lock down. They are our CFOs, in-house chefs, psychologists, comedic entertainment, iron first ruler when it comes to keeping the kids (and us dads) in line, home makeover experts, fashion consultants, and, most important, our consigliere.
Basically, they do it all and don’t get the credit they deserve. So, in true EoT fashion, here is our first annual Mothers Day Tribute Poem:
This is a tribute to moms,
But don’t think we’ll be quoting any Psalms.
It’s a short little piece of writing
That won’t have any classical citings.
It’s a big thank you for all that you do
Because otherwise, we’d be screwed.
Us EoT dads are typically easy-going, fun loving, meat-heads
Who’d rather not go for a walk, but rather spend Sunday morning farting in bed.
We like our beer and cigars during man-town sessions,
Despite the repercussions due to the lack your permission.
We’d rather spend an hour burning food on the grill
Than doing courtesy time with your high school FB friends who bring beer swill.
For all our manliness and off-color, comedic chest beating
We really do appreciate all you do, regardless of the occasional bitching.
So, on this mothers day, we EoT dads are happy to declare
We’ll be ready for those every other Thursday’s when you give us that certain glare.
Happy Mother’s Day!
