Dear Daddies - Death by Team

"She came over and what happened?" He asks, to recap.
 
"An acrylic painting of a rainy mountain lake and a whole song. The kids ...having a lot of fun." I say.
 
"Playing blackjack until 2 am and sleeping in til 12 noon." He responds.
 
"The three girls finally were like three peas in a pod. I thought it was a breakthrough moment last night." I offer.
 
He holds his head for a second and then peers up at me. "Who raises kids like this?"  
 
Me, I guess. Him, too, if he's honest. My man is a straight shooter. But this isn't the orderly room he ran on base as a medical sergeant. This is home. Home, where his team lets their hair hang down, and we let them,  in the name of art and not breaking wills.  
 
The flip side, the team kills. Daddy is the victim in cheif. When will we get our act together, and will it happen in time to allow him to accomplish what we dream of together?