Daddy Got a Stupid Job Part 2

The next few blog posts will be centered around a new work in progress, working title: Daddy Got a Stupid Job which will chronicle our upcoming move across state lines from the perspective of our 6-year-old son. I hope to, eventually, publish it and help other kids (and parents) cope with what we are going through right now. But until then, please enjoy the serial installments of Daddy Got a Stupid Job.

One Friday, when David got out of school, Daddy was there to pick him up! David ran to Daddy and jumped in his arms and hugged him and hugged him. David was so happy that Daddy was coming back home to stay! They had fun playing, but at the end of the weekend, Daddy had to go back to his job in the other city. That made David sad.

David was sad Daddy had left. He was mad at Daddy for getting a job so far away and being gone so much. He got to talk to Daddy every night on the computer, but it wasn’t the same as having Daddy at home. He wanted Daddy to be with him and Mommy again.

David started grumbling and complaining about “Daddy’s stupid job.” He was mad at Daddy’s job and he didn’t care that it was a good job or that he was also able to earn his own money like Daddy did. David just wanted Daddy back.

One morning in school, one of the boys at his table got in David’s way on accident. David wasn’t thinking about Daddy, but all of a sudden, all of the anger and sadness came up and before David could stop it, he hit his friend and pushed him down. His friend told the teacher and Mrs. Wilbur sent him to the principal’s office.

Mommy had told Mr. Foley about David’s daddy leaving and how David was sad. When David talked with Mr. Foley, he said he understood that David was having a hard time, but it was still not okay for David to hit. So David got sent home from school for the rest of the day. Mommy took him home and he had to spend the rest of the day in his room. That night, when they were talking on the computer with Daddy, Mommy and Daddy told David that he couldn’t play video games for a whole week.

David went to bed that night very sad. This was all Daddy’s stupid job’s fault. If Daddy had been at home with David, where he belonged, then none of this would have happened. He hated Daddy’s stupid job.