I hope I can live this down. Someday, I’ll be able to look Erin right in the eyes and tell her that it didn’t matter, really, in the long run. Maybe I’ll be able to use it as an object lesson for Adrian. He needs to know that part of being a man means you take your licks and you get right back up and try harder. Erin will learn that men are vulnerable, that they can cry openly in front of their loved ones. She will learn that Dad is not perfect, that he makes mistakes, that he doesn’t win every battle. I suppose I’ve learned how to be humble in front of my kids. But the shame burns, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to hold my head high again. This is a sad day. I can’t remember the last time I was this embarrassed, and I don’t think I’ve ever let my kids see me like this before.
I just lost at Disney Princess Yahtzee Jr., 17-16.
But I think Erin totally cheated and took four rolls instead of three when she was collecting Cinderellas, or else I totally would have won….ah, but no, I can’t think like that. I have to show them that I’m not a sore loser.
It still stings though.