Waking The D****ead
byAnyone else out there struggle to get a teenage boy out of bed in the morning?
BIG laughs
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
We’ve Hit a Wall
byWho doesn’t like to hear their kids playing well together? It makes me think maybe – just maybe – I’ve done something right. Not so much this time though…
I Tell a Lie
byWith 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.
Making Our Bed and Lying In It
byWe’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.
High School Black Market Exposed!
byFrom gluttony to a glut, all in the space of a nice night out.
Testing The Waters
byThe results are in: wives are way effing cunning. Tracey, you will NEVER convince me you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. It’s on, you sexy, deceitful biatch.
Do These Genes Look Good On Me?
byMy DNA results are in!
Thinking Outside The Box
by“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.
Making Wrong’s Write
byTracey says this post could open the flood gates, but I think we can handel it.
Gimme a ‘Fork No!’
byThe art of Hollaback is not dead. At least not in this family.
Nothing Up Top
byYou ever put your family in a position which makes you question your ability to parent? Wish I could say ‘me either’.
Wash Me Work
byI love the smell of freshly washed clothes.
Dumb & Dumbist
byRiding roughshod over my very own forestry and cave system was not the direction I thought things would take when we took off on our big lap some sixteen months ago.
Please Don’t Take This Away From Me
byTracey is in two minds about me sharing this little window into our life. She worries it might show us in a poor light.
Bad Habits
byWe’d been parked in the driveway of friends for a few days and since with their mob of nine there were fourteen kids running about – or more specifically hanging about in our bus playing – finding a couple of hours of peace to focus on writing has been difficult.