My Wife Gets Some Alone Time
byBeep! Beep!
“No! She wouldn’t,” I said as I spun around.
Turns out she would.
Beep! Beep!
“No! She wouldn’t,” I said as I spun around.
Turns out she would.
“Notice anything odd?” Tracey asked me as Miss3 ran to join her siblings. There’s always something odd to notice at our house, but in this instance I thought I knew what she meant…
When I’m in charge of baths they tend to be fast and furious. The fast is me getting the kids through as quickly as I possibly can, and the furious is the kids being angry at me for not letting them wallow in the water.
“Do you really need me to come with you?” I asked Tracey when the alarm started bleating at us at 4.45 this morning. “I can’t even convince my eyelids to separate.”
I was sitting at work today eating my lunch out of one of the kids’ pink lunch boxes. It was all a little exciting, especially as we’d run out of cling wrap so it was all individually wrapped in alfoil meaning the whole thing was kind of spaceman themed.
This month all our family’s Kiva loans will be directed to the people of the Philippines, after the country was devastated by Typhoon Haiyan. It isn’t much, but it’s something, and hopefully will go some way towards not only helping these wonderful people get back on their feet, but also to show them they aren’t alone and there are people in other countries who see their plight and care enough to do something.
“I’m never flying,” Master8 announced as he exited the bathroom this evening. Clearly he’d been using his time on the loo to do some deep thinking.
You’d think by now these kids would know I’m only to be woken for emergencies – fires, floods or the garbo. They’ve never once woken me up for any other reason and received, for example, a lolly.
I was alone in the kitchen and the bread I’d buttered for my prawn sandwich dinner had disappeared. Had I entered The Twilight Zone…?
My 8 yr old son wants to know at what age I’ll let him sleep with girls. It’s okay it’s not what you’re thinking. I know because at first I was thinking it too.
You know why kid’s birthday parties are so draining? Because being happy all the time and not swearing is exhausting. So is the party preparation.
Last year we spent the weeks leading up to Christmas day preparing one of our children for disappointment and it seems this year will be no different.
You know that thing which most annoys you about yourself and you wish you could change, but can’t? Well, that’s the thing your kids are almost guaranteed to pull out of the gene pool.
Sometimes my children manage to make sounds far too big for their little bodies.