I didn’t feel like being a parent tonight

Before I get into this story, I know what you’re thinking: I said I would stop writing about my daughter. Well, sorry not sorry. Leave me scathing comments if you must, but this is a really good story that has a lot to do with writing so you probably should keep reading.

So…

Tonight (the night I’m writing this) I didn’t want to be a parent. I’d already promised my daughter that we’d go to the Nordic Light Show at the Harbourfront, which is an outdoor art exhibition happening downtown. We planned to go tonight because it’s not -20 Celsius, which has been a typical temperature in this oddly cold winter, even for Toronto.

Tonight is beautiful. Harbourfront is right up on the lake and I walked without my jacket the entire time. There was no wind, no too cool draft from the water, it was the perfect winter night.

But I didn’t want to be a parent.

I wanted to stay home and write. I’m also way behind on some reading and wanted to catch up. On my ride home from the gym, after stopping to take a meeting in the car, I thought about not going. The exhibition goes on till the 13th so I have time. It’s just one night.