A Weird Case Of Deja Vu
bySCHOOL HOLIDAYS ARE OVER!
SCHOOL HOLIDAYS ARE OVER!
Not sure if having guests around makes my kids more gross than usual, or if I just notice it more when there’s an audience.
There will be some news on Tracey tomorrow after tonight’s procedure. Meanwhile, I’d hate for anyone to think when shit is going down I can’t still stuff up in a totally embarrassing manner….
I look keen to start my new life. At this point I was keener for a lie down
“Dad!” came the call from the lounge room. It was Master10. I’d heard him yelling out for his mum for a bit and it seems he’d finally realized she was out shopping.
Given it’s Sunday, this post seems appropriate. Or inappropriate. One of them.
I’m such a good parent that even when I’m taking a less-than-standoverish supervisory role, good things happen.
I usually only get involved in the kids’ playing when the yelling starts. So it’s odd, and fortunate, that I overheard their conversation as I walked back up to the lounge room to watch some Firefly.
I have never understood how people can’t smell themselves.
It’s always so nice when the kids offer off their own backs to help out.
Short and sweet. Well, maybe not so sweet.
It’s the little things…..which make it so farkin hard.
Like so many people, the young me was a joke when it came to how he viewed parenting and how awesome he was going to be at it.
Tracey had set Miss3 up in front of the tellysitter so she could get some housework done. Dora was on. As usual.
My first thought was someone had lost a limb – it was that loud and panicky – so I very nearly got up out of my chair and headed outside.