The Things I Do For Love
by“We need to get Mum a Snickers on the way,” I overheard Master9 say to his sister. “She’s not herself when she’s hungry.”
“We need to get Mum a Snickers on the way,” I overheard Master9 say to his sister. “She’s not herself when she’s hungry.”
Our monthly Kiva repayments are in and this month it was Master9’s chance to pick someone to help through this wonderful institution.
I waved goodbye to Tracey with a smile. The kids and I were alone for the day and I had high hopes of being able to tell her how well it went when she arrived home. My plan almost worked too…
The meat of this blog tour is basically where we bloggers answer four simple questions then pass the torch to three bloggers we’d like to introduce everyone to.
I try to help Tracey out where I can, but sometimes I just make things worse…
Initially, I wasn’t going to weigh into this, but the amount of cyber bullying around this is a disgrace.
You know when you don’t really hear someone but then when they get your attention you know they’ve been saying something for a bit?
“DAD!”
This was that.
A big part of raising kids is teaching them good habits. When you go to the toilet, flush and wash your hands. When you finish you meal, say thank you and bring the plate to the sink. When you wake before the sun’s up, either go back to sleep or wake your mother.
This might be my last post. I don’t think, with a working blog title of ‘Big Family, Little Income’, it would be fair to operate under the false perception I’m battling to make ends meet when in actual fact I’m living in the lap of luxury…
The best way to get a break from the kids is to give them something to occupy themselves with. Right? I wish…
“What’s my birthday?” Miss7 asked myself and her mother. Don’t worry, it’s not like she didn’t know. Tracey and I had somehow been roped into a head to head quiz where the kids asked the questions and I got to feel dumb.
“That was fantastic!” Tracey slurred at me as we pulled into our driveway, home from her 20th School Reunion. How fantastic? Let’s just say I’m glad I wore undies…
“Hi, Dad,” I said into the phone. “Is Mum home yet?” “No,” he said. “What’s going on? This is the third time you’ve called. Has the cat got out?” He was referring to our new kitten, Minion. “No,” I told him. “Although you might say the cat’s out of the bag.”
There aren’t many places, in a house of seven, to sit and enjoy a good book.
And now, thanks to one of our little cherubs, there’s one less.
Already I’ve discovered, you’ve got to have deep pockets when you own a cat. Aside from the upfront money to the RSPCA, there’s the litter, litter box, food, necklace, tag, box hire and the exorbitant cost of naming the cat…
Although I suspect I got diddled on the naming fee.