I felt like a pretty good dad this week—or at least a better dad than I usually am. Not that that’s hard. I literally wrote a book titled Bare Minimum Parenting (Which you should totally buy. See? I told you the requests wouldn’t stop when the sale ended.). I took my kids out to do something fun almost every night last week. Parenting is a contest, but not with other parents. It’s just you against your own unjustified self-doubt. Not today, overwhelming sense of inadequacy. See you tomorrow.
Monday, my wife Lola and I took the kids roller skating. That's something we haven't done since the days before plagues and fires and murder hornets and all the other terrible things that have happened this year. I think there was also a Decepticon attack somewhere in there. Lola found out that a local roller rink offered a discount on Monday nights, and I was instantly sold, even if it only saved us about a dollar per kid. If I really wanted to save money, I wouldn’t have had so many children. Hin…
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