Making Our Bed and Lying In It
byWe’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.
caught
The Paternity Test
by“FFS, she’s your daughter alright,” Tracey told me tonight in her most disappointed of voices.
The More Things Change
byReposting of an old post was not a set up, but it sure looked that way a couple of hours later.
The Crap Trap
byGoing 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.
Why I Can’t Get Away With Anything At Home
byToday I tried to sneak in a nap. And I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for…my kids.
Grandma Makes The Blog!
byGrandad is in trouble. Again.