Grounds For Concern?
byYou know how sometimes good and proper friends arrive at your house with a couple of coffees from down the road to make your day?
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
I learn something about chairs. I might ask Miss7 to show her mother tonight.
The game I was playing with the kids in the above photo is called Qwirkle and it is a lot of fun and the kids love it. But I’ve now realized it takes too long to play.
Tracey had been lying on the lounge when Miss5 decided to make her day. It was one of those lovely moments you live for as a parent because it was totally random. As was the next bit…
The house was as groomed as any bride heading off to meet her betrothed at the alter…
Under oath I’ll swear I was being a good, responsible dad. The circumstantial evidence, however, is really stacked against me.
It turns out my wife and I have a different idea of what constitutes success. Mine is wrong.
Things have certainly changed a lot since I was a kid. And I’m only just beginning to understand how much.
“Oh. My. God!” said Tracey suddenly. She cupped her mouth and a horrid sort of look appeared on her face. Something was majorly wrong…
Getting the kids to bed on Christmas Eve is painful. At least, in this house.
Think you’ve got it tough raising your kids? Spare a thought for a friend of ours who, thanks to her tradie husband, is raising a right little ocker.
The best part of Christmas isn’t the ham or even the presents. The best part is family so don’t spend your day attempting a Nigella #ColesMoreChristmas
Shopping centres and supermarkets seem to attract crooks.
I’ve worked in retail so I’ve seen my fair share of it, from drive offs at the pump to the five finger discounts on sweets and drinks.
So when this guy at the supermarket this morning seemed to take a serious interest in the contents of my shopping trolley I knew just how to handle it.
We were headed for the supermarket to buy my wife a birthday present. That ‘husband of the year’ trophy is in the bag.