School Holidays: Day Three
bySurprisingly, no disasters have befallen the household at this point of the school holidays. Except…
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.
Because it’s school holidays and the kids like to take control of the family room I’ve moved my work computer into the dining area so they don’t annoy me. Guess how that went.
“I’ve started the bath,” I called out to Tracey earlier this week as I took the potatoes off the stove. There was a grumbled response from…
“Bruce!” I knew that tone. I’d done something. Dammit.
I came out of this smelling like roses.
I’ve come up with an ingenious strategy to get Tracey to agree to this. Wish me luck.
You know how we all have that friend who just seems to nail parenting? Well, I have a theory about that.
I was worried about sinus issues. It was much worse.
Buying our beautiful bus was a big step. A huge step. Qualifying for my HR license, however, is possibly even bigger. I couldn’t just buy it: I…
We found a bus !
I am such a good father I sometimes make the ultimate Daddy sacrifice for my kids. Take today…
Things heated up in the kitchen this morning as we raced around attempting the seemingly impossible – to get the kids and us to three different events all happening at the same time.
Miss9 sort of dropped me in the poo today.
“Help!” screamed Miss12.
The photo at the bottom of this post isn’t graphic so much as you’ll probably think ‘holy shit’ when you see it.