I went to bed at 3:30 am yesterday morning and was up by 7:30 am. It’s after 1:00 am now and I’m still up. But today, I realized something…
For those of you that knew my dad, Dallas McKain, he was a hard worker. Hard work was something he loved, but it was also something he loved talking about. He used to call family meetings when Scott and I were being ungrateful little turds to remind us of how he walked 5 miles to school every single day, even in the snow. As a family with 13 siblings, they got 1 pair of new shoes a year, with the exception of Dad and his youngest brother, Max, who wore the hand-me-downs. Those stories were true.
But no matter when you talked to Dad, he hadn’t slept for 3 nights and hadn’t eaten in 2 days. I’m telling you, those comments were a slight exaggeration (sorry, Dad). So today as I’m lecturing Ben on helping me more, I hear myself telling him that I haven’t slept. Later, I’m talking to Mom on the phone and I hear myself telling her the same thing.
*face palm* I’ve turned into Dad!!