I remember my dad talking about Father’s Day. Mother’s Day there are the dinners and flowers and “what does Mom want to do”. Father’s Day, “let’s drag dad around here and here” when he would prefer spending a relaxing Sunday sorting his tools. (I was too young to treat Father’s Day like that, so he wasn’t talking about me. hee hee). It has been fourteen and a half years since I last got to see my daddy, so in his honor, my husband gets to go play with his friends Sunday morning and gets a nice meal.
Well done.
Personally I think I’d rather let my daughter and wife drag me around wherever they want to. If that makes them feel good, then I’m happy. Sure, there are lots of things I’d like to get done, but they’re not as important as my family’s happiness - not by a long shot.
My tools may rust and wither and perhaps be unsorted, but there are more available and I can always sort tools sometime...
BTW, no offense to anyone, just my 2 pennies here.