If I was the Dad instead of the Mom…

If I was the Dad instead of the Mom, I do not think I will make it far.

I will panic every time a fuse bursts or a transformer explodes.

I will never be able to kill a flying roach.

I will lose all sensibilities while in a car, caught in a storm, in the middle of a flooded road.

I will have a hard time knowing if I was being duped.

I will cry in front of a broken pipe and wonder why I do not have the plumber’s number.

I don’t think I could ever play wrestling with my son.

I will faint at the sight of a dislocated bone.

I will lose our own car in a huge parking lot.

I will never ever get over Manny’s defeat and Kobe’s injury.

I will be too angry at boxing and everything NBA.

I couldn’t appreciate, ” The Hulk ” or ” The Thing. “; they are too violent for my liking.

I will never be able to climb the great wall of China, alone.

I will not be able, in a spur of the moment, organize a charity drive
and collect donations for victims of ” Typhoon : Sendong ” .

I will never be able to run my store and deal with unpleasant customers, abound.

I will lose my calm and be too melodramatic about it all.

I will never have small talks with my son’s barber at that.

( especially when he does not know his job.)

I don’t think I will have the strength to stand back

on my feet when everything else starts to crumble.

I will have a hard time distinguishing a genuine article from a fraud.

I will never be able to suppress tears when I feel like wailing.

I will always forget a name, a face and a place.

I wouldn’t know which wire goes with which.

I too, wouldn’t find the switch.

I cannot decide on a blink of an eye.

I will be too judgmental on somebody’s past.

I will be too hysterical to act upon a situation at hand.

I would willingly hand out my five hundred pesos to a corrupt traffic enforcer and starve all day,
than fight for my rights.

I will not be able to eat midnight snacks with my son.

I would collapse and breakdown during desperate measures.

I cannot keep all emotions inside, when all I want to do is scream.

I would never be able to answer an emergency call,
with my phone always on a silent mode.

I will be too critical to enjoy the moment

and seize the day.

I will lose my sense of directions.

I will never find my way home.

I will be asking too much and nagging wouldn’t be enough.

I will have a hard time keeping everyone safe.

I can never look tough when I’m dying inside.

I am fine thank you, with my role as domestic goddess and mom.

To my husband and all the fathers out there,
thank you for assuming the role.

No one could ever fill your shoes.

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!