Sometimes I contemplate this question: Am I the worst dad in the world? The answer, ultimately, is “No.” But, what is it that makes me go there? I suppose the thought pops up when I’m feeling like I’ve “blown it.”
For example, last weekend was particularly tough on the family. Earlier in the week, we’d returned from a family vacation where our normal schedule was thrown out the door. That always leads to cranky daughters, and occasionally cranky parents (I never knew how much I’d become accustomed to the schedule, too).