For 5 days each summer I've fallen into an irresistible habit of becoming an irresponsible bachelor. As my wife and older girls go off to young women's camp in the beautiful mountains of Utah to experience spiritual growth and to work on becoming mature young adults, I find myself drawn towards behavior, normally reserved for adolescent young men, which I otherwise suppress. For example, one summer I took a day off work, got a room at the La Quinta inn in Orem, threw my two youngest in the pool for two days while I indulged in reading in a beautiful little garden nook near the pool. I bought a Wii and played video games with my little girls after the pool closed in the late evening. (see my post on this adventure here)
Earlier this year, while my wife and Karen were away on a ballroom team trip to San Fransisco, I went and bought two ducklings. I had, and still have, no idea what we are going to do with them. They can't fly away as they are domestic breads.
What is it about being the only adult around that brings out this behavior? Is it an innate program burned into the secret parts of brain? Is it a genetic defect related to the Y chromosome? I'll never be sure I guess. Anyway, I've got to cut this post short. I'm on my way out to do something... irresponsible.
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