Mystery? Solved! (Sorry)
byThursday night found us sitting around a fire in our backyard with our neighbours and talking, naturally, about kids.
Thursday night found us sitting around a fire in our backyard with our neighbours and talking, naturally, about kids.
The final stage in that all important milestone – kids wiping their own bums.
Do you ever find yourself arguing with you partner just because you can?
You know that thing where it’s all going so well you really hope someone is watching and then your kids step in and change that?
I have never understood how people can’t smell themselves.
My dad has a habit of showing up even when he’s not here.
We are fat. Too fat. Dead sexy – we’ve both readily agreed on that – but carrying more than strictly necessary in terms of love handles.
Sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, I smiled to myself. And for once it wasn’t because the kids were outside and I was inside.
Anyone else watching the news and shaking their heads?
Having cats in the house is increasing my stress to new, hitherto unseen levels.
It’s always so nice when the kids offer off their own backs to help out.
I only left Grandad alone with Miss3 for a couple of minutes. I should have known better….
Same Day, Different Shit…
Not only did I get him to buy me lunch at the sausage sizzle out front of the hardware store but I also got to catch up on his latest news and be rewarded with a story.
Turns out, Tracey having herself a relaxing time is really good for my soul.