Marriage Fixing For Dummies
by“I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED! I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED!” Miss4 screamed at her brother. Wait until you find out why…
“I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED! I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED!” Miss4 screamed at her brother. Wait until you find out why…
“So how was your lunch today?” my father asked me. “You like your sandwich?” It was 1976. I was 9 years old. And this wasn’t going to end well…
That our family of seven is crowded into a three bedroom house (with a small sleep out) is never more obvious than on school holidays. On more specifically, at the end of the school holidays.
“You’ve got to talk to your daughter,” Master9 told Tracey, referring to Miss6. “She’s annoying me at soccer. It’s embarrassing.” Tracey didn’t think it sounded so bad. She soon would…
Oh, shit. There’s two of them.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Tracey asked me again. She was going away in the morning so I’d have all the kids. “Piece of cake,” I told her. Proof not all cake tastes good.
“Your son is giving a talk at school on Monday,” Tracey told me as I walked in the door and pecked her cheek. That it was the first thing out her mouth and she was grinning told me I should follow this up.
The Athlete’s Foot invited me to take one of my kids in for a fitting of one of their school shoe range. Selling shoes would have to be the easiest job in the world, wouldn’t it? You stand at the till and suggest cleaning products. Boy, was I wrong about that.
Tracey met the kids halfway between school and home today.
They were very pleased to have a chance to walk out of the school grounds without supervision and Tracey got a little exercise, which pleased her.
Everybody wins.
Having the kids occasionally walk themselves the 700 meters home from school is all about giving them a chance to spread their wings and teaching them responsibility. Oh, and teamwork.
The kids were to walk home alone from school for the first time ever last week. Almost got there.
Every single thing I produced in art class at school, bar one complaint attracting exception, ended up in the bin because they were rubbish.
And it seems Master7 is a chip off the ol’ block.
“He’s really upset,” Tracey told me when I arrived home from school.
Well, we can’t have that now, can we.
This is one of the many gems I will be passing on to all my children so they can learn from my life experience.
On the last day of term the kids have games, movies, sports, art, craft and no learning at all. It’s what school would be if kids wrote the curriculum. But unfortunately for one of our munchkins, the day wasn’t all shits and giggles. Or actually, it kind of was
Miss17 does some revision