I have just returned from my work Christmas night out. A meal and some drinks. How lovely and inoffensive.
Or is it? I'm a teensiest bit drunk. I had no intention of this, but largely due to an administrative balls-up a pile of free wine arrived.
This means a drunk daddy. Not good.
People wanted to see Henry. I don't blame them, he's awesome! But I invited people for a lift. Mistake 1.
I then tried to calm him using standard dad tricks. Mistake 2.
I then offered a lift home to a friend. Mistake 3.
All in all...nice one dadhead.
But...I am home because of him, because gaining friendships paled into significance next to him. Drinking is attractive. He is more so. Life has changed, I'm playing catch up, but I will never stop running for him.