No Take Backs
bySpoke to my brother this morning and he had a great story to share. So now I do too!
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
Spoke to my brother this morning and he had a great story to share. So now I do too!
Anyone else out there struggle to get a teenage boy out of bed in the morning?
Who doesn’t like to hear their kids playing well together? It makes me think maybe – just maybe – I’ve done something right. Not so much this time though…
With my kids I’ve always dug in on the fact you’re better off telling the truth and taking a hit, rather than lying to get out of something awkward. Wish I’d taken my own advice.
We’ve been sort of caught in the act. Well I say, ‘kind of’. Tracey says, ‘near enough’. Miss14 says she’s gonna need therapy. Lots and lots of therapy.
From gluttony to a glut, all in the space of a nice night out.
The results are in: wives are way effing cunning. Tracey, you will NEVER convince me you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. It’s on, you sexy, deceitful biatch.
My DNA results are in!
“I don’t need to take a lunchbox to school,” Miss6 explained to me. “I’m having tuck shop.” This was news to everyone except her.
Tracey says this post could open the flood gates, but I think we can handel it.
The art of Hollaback is not dead. At least not in this family.
You ever put your family in a position which makes you question your ability to parent? Wish I could say ‘me either’.
I love the smell of freshly washed clothes.
Riding roughshod over my very own forestry and cave system was not the direction I thought things would take when we took off on our big lap some sixteen months ago.
Tracey is in two minds about me sharing this little window into our life. She worries it might show us in a poor light.