It was to be expected I suppose. Campaign Withdrawal Syndrome. A quick Google search turned up no cure but one article did admit the ailment's existence.
The limelight is appealing to me and it seems that I have been basking in it for quite a while. I guess it just takes a while to adjust to the dimmer glow of everyday life: like again becoming heroic in the lives of my children.
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This morning I was walking Jesse to the bus stop when he remembered that he needed lunch money. Furthermore he related that his account had hit zero two days before and he just kept forgetting to tell me. With no money the cafeteria won't let a fourth grader starve mind you, instead for such dead-beats they offer the dreaded "vegetable plate". I knew that he didn't want to suffer such an indignity three days in a row but I don't generally carry my checkbook in my bathrobe. I promised I would stop by the school before his 12:30 lunch period.
I got busy and of course forgot about the money until 12:15 and still didn't have my checkbook with me (although I was out of my bathrobe by then). I did have $8.00 though and was driving by McDonalds when I remembered.
I ordered up two Big Mac deals and roared off toward the school arriving at 12:35. The double glass doors to the school that I usually use are right next to the cafeteria and normally I can see the kids waiting in line for lunch but they were all in the food line when I entered.
As I came in the door I saw Jesse, second to last in line, getting ready to receive his free "vegetable plate". When he saw me standing there holding a big McDonald's bag and two medium Cokes you would have thought I had just bought him a go-kart and presented it to him in front of his friends.
We had a great time handing out French Fries to all of his buddies at the table. Best line of the day, "Jesse, your Dad is soooo cool".
1:23:13 AM 
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