The Forgotten Child
by“I’ve started the bath,” I called out to Tracey earlier this week as I took the potatoes off the stove. There was a grumbled response from…
“I’ve started the bath,” I called out to Tracey earlier this week as I took the potatoes off the stove. There was a grumbled response from…
“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.
I have never understood how people can’t smell themselves.
Turns out, Tracey having herself a relaxing time is really good for my soul.
“I do it!” Miss2 bellowed at me when I went to take her nappy off. Great, I thought. Fine. Less work for me.
The good thing about kicking the kids into the backyard is having the house to myself for an hour. Well, that’s the dream.
She’s a climber. She’s a runner. She’s a dodger. She’s a hider. Plus, she’s dead keen on playing with knives. She’s genuinely the biggest pain in the butt child we’ve ever had.
It’s so easy to become distracted in a house which has five young kids and a computer.