Bin Here Before
byI’ve been parenting for 27 years now and, as my youngest is only seven, I figure I’ve still got at least 10 to go.
No wonder I’m on drugs.
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
I’ve been parenting for 27 years now and, as my youngest is only seven, I figure I’ve still got at least 10 to go.
No wonder I’m on drugs.
‘They’ve got seven of the little buggers’, my neighbour probably thought to herself as she complained about the day she’d just had. ‘They’ll understand.’ And we do! Not sure we actually helped though…
I chuckled. This was playing out exactly how I envisioned it.
Canoodling was, I assured myself, assured.
I’m feeling a little unappreciated at the moment.
I readily agreed to Master14 practising his home economics dish thinking, incorrectly it turned out, it’d be nice to enjoy a stress free night of someone else cooking for the family.
My parents’ move to Lutwyche has gone well. For them. I’m exhausted and my brother is still running around like an ER nurse but…
“Did Grace show you her hands?” Tracey asked me as she into the kitchen from the car. “Oh,” I said. As in Uh-oh.
I may not be able to run like I used to, but jeez I can still move when I need to.
Well, this was unexpected. Unexpected, unwanted, unnecessary and completely unbelievable. All of the un words. Right up until the truth was uncovered.
Okay, I think enough time has passed I can probably tell this story without naming names or pointing fingers.
Thought I’d dispense with the awkward bit in the title.
Only one slight issue this Christmas.
I let Tracey choose the photo for this post as a birthday treat. Big mistake it turns out.
First, a little background. Last week I posted a story told to me by my brother (highly recommend you read this post first: No…
“Hey, I’m in here!” bellowed Master13. You already know what this is about, don’t you. 😀