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There’s always something…
Don’t fall off your chair, but I learned something last week.
With my kids I’ve always dug in on the fact you’re better off telling the truth and taking a hit, rather than lying to get out of something awkward. Wish I’d taken my own advice.
I waited three weeks for the payoff. Worth it.
Anyone else struggle with the price of teeth these days?
You know what I love most about being back in our home after so long on the road? It’s not what you’ll think. Guaranteed.
We have a result!
From the moment I woke I knew something wasn’t quite right but I was totally wrong about what it was.
Wondering if we’re alone with this domestic issue/parenting fail. I mean, I know women often complain about this sort of thing, but is it maybe not entirely the fault of us fellas?
We’ve been sort of caught in the act. Well I say, ‘kind of’. Tracey says, ‘near enough’. Miss14 says she’s gonna need therapy. Lots and lots of therapy.
Warning: I’ve got my ranty pants on again
From gluttony to a glut, all in the space of a nice night out.
Despite the mess, ultimately Tracey enjoyed this even more than the kids.
My DNA results are in!
“I don’t need to take a lunchbox to school,” Miss6 explained to me. “I’m having tuck shop.” This was news to everyone except her.