Pillow Talk – Part One
bySometimes the sweetest thing about Sunday is simply being able to come at the day at your own pace.
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.
Sometimes the sweetest thing about Sunday is simply being able to come at the day at your own pace.
You know you’re in for a good time when a nice lady at the chemist directs you through a door with a sign saying Hook-up In Progress.
Now I confess I haven’t been involved in a school choir for some thirty five years, but I’m pretty sure things haven’t changed so much in that time they’re belting out Eminem numbers.
Valentine’s Day has a special place in our love story.
I’m not sure I’m cut out for helping teach maths in my daughter’s class.
Just wait until the curtain rises….
It’s not all beer and pretzels in the Devereaux household at the moment.
A how to guide
Tracey was lying beside me, propped up on her elbow, staring into my eyes so purposefully I wondered if maybe I was about to get lucky…
I am notoriously bad at picking presents for the kids. I have been for twenty four years now. But every couple of years I need to test the water to see if I’ve improved.
This is by no means a complaint against teachers. I love teachers – they provide free babysitting five days a week so I can do housework.
Having just experienced my first holiday as a stay at home Dad, I have made some observations.
SCHOOL HOLIDAYS ARE OVER!
Second cab off the rank in my ‘Nailed It’ challenge is this personalised Guess Who? (Who’s Who?) game.
Who’d have thought teaching the kids to share might one day bite me on the bum?