And no, the title is not a reference to Bob Geldof or a favorite song of mine.
But, it could be, so go ahead and hum along.
We were driving the other day, and there were a bunch of cones by the road and people directing traffic because the annual half marathon was happening. My daughter (always observant) said “They’re running, like Daddy used to.”
Of course, she won’t stop there, she went on with “Why did Daddy quit?”
I was trying to drive so I didn’t say anything right away, but my wife responded with something along the lines of ‘he got busy doing other things.’
She would have been more accurate to just say “He’s a quitter. He quits everything, or does it half-assed. He quit running, he quit cycling, he quit trying to build a real career, he quit his diet. It’s probably only a matter of time before he quits all of us, too. The only good thing he has quit was smoking.”
But she couldn’t say that, because that would be admitting to my kids that you can smoke and not die or burst into flames.
Tell me why?
I don’t like Mondays.
