Could This Be A Turning Point?
byI know it seems like I’m celebrating victory at half time but I also don’t care because there’s been so little to get excited about lately and I think the whole family needs this.
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.
I know it seems like I’m celebrating victory at half time but I also don’t care because there’s been so little to get excited about lately and I think the whole family needs this.
I went home for a flying visit last night to see the kids. They needed me to be there for a few hours to put their minds at ease, but the truth is I probably needed it more.
Last night I posted on Facebook what I thought was some game changing news. Tracey’s been fighting a mild temperature all week and I thought they’d found the cause. I’m afraid it’s not that simple…
There is really nothing to report since the last post, but I’ve been getting so many concerned enquiries I figured I better let people know that.
Today was going to be when they brought Tracey out of her induced ‘slumber’ and back to reality. It wasn’t.
The word the nursing staff keep brandishing about regarding Tracey’s recovery is ‘remarkable’ and I don’t think they’re exaggerating.
If you’ve been looking at the BFLI blogsite or Facebook page the last couple of days and wondering where I’ve been, the answer is to hell and back.
Going forward, I have one job: to look after the house and the kids so Tracey can focus on her photography business. It’s why I’m giving up banking.
Some loud bangs in the kitchen alerted me to the fact my wife was looking for something.
I’m starting to get a feel for how much of a godsend it was to be able to escape to work…
We went shopping and had sushi! Does anyone else do this, or are we just bad parents?
“You can’t go in there,” Tracey told me, explaining our son was in the bath. I had no idea why she thought this might be a problem.
Miss5 was standing in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, doing little jumps up and down and holding onto her wee wee. I knew exactly what was coming…or so I thought.
Only two weeks until I’m a full time SAHD.
And somehow it was all my fault…