We Attempt To Go Paperless In The Loo
byThere aren’t many places, in a house of seven, to sit and enjoy a good book.
And now, thanks to one of our little cherubs, there’s one less.
There aren’t many places, in a house of seven, to sit and enjoy a good book.
And now, thanks to one of our little cherubs, there’s one less.
Already I’ve discovered, you’ve got to have deep pockets when you own a cat. Aside from the upfront money to the RSPCA, there’s the litter, litter box, food, necklace, tag, box hire and the exorbitant cost of naming the cat…
Although I suspect I got diddled on the naming fee.
The dropping of the ‘I want a cat’ bombshell has been deployed fairly regularly over the last 15 years to great success in avoiding all manner of housework for a few hours, as I then have to retaliate using my ‘I still don’t’ defensive maneuvers. Things tend to escalate fairly quickly from there.
As parents I think we’ve all played that game where you don’t perform to your best of your abilities in order to let one of your kids win.
This is a difficult story for me to write…
“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…
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“Here you go,” I said to Tracey, handing her a cup of tea. I don’t expect a ticker tape parade when I spring a nice cuppa on my wife, but nor do I expect to be frowned at. It seems I’m in trouble. Again.
Took kids to an op shop today. Who says we’re cheap? Said they could have whatever they want. Meant it when I said it too. But then Miss2 set her heart on a bowling ball…
I’ve spent my holidays trying to show how indispensable I am around the house. So close, and yet, predictably, so very, very far….
“I want a story,” Miss4 demanded when I was tucking her into bed.
There were none to hand because the books were at the other end of the house in the dining room.
“Let’s make a story up,” I suggested.
After cleaning the house with two kids, I believe I now have an inkling of an understanding how Batman feels trying to keep Gotham safe from The Joker and Twoface.
In the spirit of six degrees of separation, I’m asking everyone who reads this post to please take a good look at the guy in the glasses and see if you know him. It is NOT me.
Today was the first and only day I can ever recall thinking we should at least consider home schooling. And bear in mind, I hate helping my kids with homework. Almost as much as they hate me helping them.