Time To Reflect
byThese days I’m spending an exorbitant amount of time hanging around outside girls’ restrooms.
The blog posts which probably mean more to us than you. Our day to day stuff which, one day, our kids will look back on and laugh at. Or use in court. Or talk about with their psychiatrists.
These days I’m spending an exorbitant amount of time hanging around outside girls’ restrooms.
We’ve been sharing bathrooms with strangers for a couple of months now and, as you can probably imagine, bathroom smells are something you hope you don’t notice.
We’d arrived in Brisbane the previous day so Tracey could catch up with her surgical team at RBWH, our bus could get some stickers and we could finally pick up our car trailer. Unfortunately, one of these three things didn’t go very well.
So far on the Bargara to Kenilworth leg we’d swapped knock-knock jokes, talked turtles and discussed, in non-flattering terminology, the driver who’d overtaken us on double lines…
We’ve started doing incredible things before breakfast. If I’m honest it’s a little bit exhausting.
We expect to be taking off on the next leg of our journey around Oz Sunday afternoon, and we’re all so excited. Well, nearly all…
We’ve finally remembered to do something important and it will make our lap around Australia a lot less stressful.
According to the news this morning, kids aren’t as smart as they used to be.
There’s nothing like cramming five kids into two bedrooms to make our bus seem roomy.
My youngest has realised something it took me years to understand – kids are basically little $hits.
The bus is sitting quietly in from of Tracey’s parents’ place. The kids, not so much.
I thought back to school was going to be super easy this year…
I don’t think I’ve ever seen my twelve year old son as incensed as he was this afternoon.
I’m not saying I’m supersticious, but I think we’ve finally worked out why we’re having so much trouble with our bus, Kenny.
We have a problem and her codename is Puddleduck.