Cold Potatoes

Father's Day was good, if not a little busy.

The matinee was at 2, which meant we all had to be there at noon, which meant I had little time in the morning, and little time last night really to share with my children.

I was treated to breakfast and Fallon, Harrison, Gabrielle and Griffin were there. And of course Corrine. Gabi and Griffin both love drinking those little creamers you use in your coffee. Fallon and Harrison used to drink them too, when they were little.

The show went off really without a hitch. The fourth and final performance before a three-day layover before the final four performances this week. I can't possibly be any happier with the performances or the audiences. They both have been great.

Last night, Corrine made supper on the grill. Steak, seasoned potatoes, stuffed mushrooms, and corn on the cob. I got to eat only the mushrooms and potato.

Griffin threw a fit (he's teething and it's causing all kinds of pain and fever and runny nose...) and Gabrielle awoke from a long in a mood. A bad one. I took her in my lap and sat with her while she ate, and to allow Corrine, Fallon and Harrison to eat their suppers.

I didn't mind. But it did piss off Corrine. She went to all that hard work to give me a Daddy's Day supper and I didn't eat.

But frankly, Corrine makes supper every night. Not just Father's Day. I would rather her eat first, for a change, than have to drop everything for the two littlest.

I'm not looking for an award here folks. But honestly, I am blessed to have Corrine, someone I don't have to ask anything from because she gives of her all, constantly, and with little recognition. If you're a mother or a wife, you know what I'm talking about.

And besides, it was Father's Day. Shouldn't I get to decide to watch the screamers so that the others can eat for a change?