A Dressing Down
byI’m pretty sure Tracey thinks I usually manage to embarrass myself around other travelling families, but internally I’ve adopted the wonderful idea of myself being quirky….
Post includes a map of our journey so far.
I’m pretty sure Tracey thinks I usually manage to embarrass myself around other travelling families, but internally I’ve adopted the wonderful idea of myself being quirky….
Post includes a map of our journey so far.
“You want to know…,” said Tracey slowly, deliberately, quietly into the phone, “…if I have a man with me?” Her expression was suddenly combatant and could be read as, oh, you did not just say that.
There’s no clearer indication things have changed since I was a kid than glasses. My kids WANT them in the same way I wanted hair gel. #transitionsforkids #sponsored
This place is a little slice of heaven.
I wouldn’t dream of hurting my kids…or so I thought.
I love the smell of freshly washed clothes.
Despite clear leaps forward over the last hundred years with such things as indoor loos, disposable nappies, snot sucker-outerers, nappy wipes, toddler-leashes & Phenergan, I’m not convinced parenting is getting any easier.
Riding 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.
One of my children has decided to reject my favourite and, by some accounts my best. recipe – the supermarket hot chook. And for the oddest reason…
We have a little problem. Or should I say an little problem.
My only excuse is homeschooling my children has consequences. Making them smarter appears to have dumbed me down.
A year ago if someone doing a big lap told me, even someone doing it with five kids, they needed a holiday I’d have scoffed mightily in their direction. And yet…
This post is NOT sponsored.
Tracey is in two minds about me sharing this little window into our life. She worries it might show us in a poor light.
If I came home with a head like Tracey’s just given me I’d be unhappily married until my scalp was hidden again.
We’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.