I know it is probably just because I turn 39 on Sunday, and that fathers day is also only a couple of weeks away, but I am beginning to feel like I am too old to be called Daddy.
I have a two and a half year old and a two month old and I love them more than life itself, but sometimes I just want to come home and crash on the couch and not play games for hours on end. This is of course only going to get worse, by the time I am toasting our youngest at her 21st I will be almost 60!! My parents aren’t much older than that now, 4 years older to be exact. I don’t how my parents survived my early twenties and they were only in their forties, there is no way I will survive my daughters dating etc when I am in my 60’s.
This of course could be made all the more difficult because Wife is hinting at want a 3rd child. It’s alright for her she is only just 32, she is almost 8 years younger than me (and a almost 6ft blonde, not that that is at all relevant other than I am a short ass baldie and I have no idea why she married me so sometimes I like to brag). Anyway, the point is she will be able to cope - I won’t!
On another purely selfish level I want to retire one day and sit on my fat ass and do nothing for days on end. Just potter around the house doing whatever passes for my hobby badly, while actually just sitting down in the garage watching TV and falling asleep in an old arm chair. Sure it is a sad and pitiful dream, but it is my dream and I want to fulfill at least one of my dreams before I die. God knows I never did become a rock star or athlete, so please just give me this.
Instead it is likely that I will have kids living in the house right up until the day they find me dead of a heart attack on the crapper - I am convinced I will die a humiliating death - and I will never get to live a peaceful day without having to be an active parent in my life.
Maybe this is just my version of a midlife crisis, I know I am not the red sports car type, I already have the young willowy blonde so that is out, so maybe this is my version of it - self-pity.
I guess that at least there is a good chance that my kids will still be at home and will help take care of me in my declining years, that’s gotta be better than a nursing home!
Freakily, you posted this on my exact 50th birthday. Mine is little older than yours. Don’t worry about it. Eat healthy and stay fit.
Glad to know I am not that there is hope for me yet and others have tried and succeeded to do this.