Yeah, things like that always tend to cluster! (Currently still rolling away from multiple-family-member influenza and a broken thumb all starting on Mother’s Day).
I hope you guys are doing fine, now. Also thank you for introducing me to Franz Ferdinand.
Father’s Day is never like that, at least for me. It’s pretty chill, and if I can help it, nothing happens at all. I just wish that everyone would forget about it entirely, and also coincidentally let me sleep in. Maybe some BBQ ribs or Thai food, but really, making a big deal about it is more of a pain than forgetting it.
Mother’s Day is more important, because back since forever, moms did all of the hard, life-endangering work when we ourselves, and our kids, were born. The dads’ ancient job was just to freak out, not really know what to do, and protect the family from smilodons. Way easier than giving birth.