Son Of a Beach
byI lost a fight with my son today, and I’m so damn proud.
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‘It’ Keeps Happening
bySitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, I smiled to myself. And for once it wasn’t because the kids were outside and I was inside.
Smear Campaign
by“Ahhh!” came squeals from the bedroom tonight. This was absolutely fine by me – provided I don’t have to intervene. How do you think that went?
A Brush With Death
byThe house was as groomed as any bride heading off to meet her betrothed at the alter…
Why Kids Should Clean Up Their Own Crap
by“Dad! Dad! DAD!” came the collective screams from the kitchen. I shot off the bed and raced for the door. Several reasons for this outburst had automatically started channel surfing through my imagination – all of them involving, at best, an ambulance: none of them coming close to the real reason they were yelling.
My Contraceptive Life
by“I’ve always wanted five kids,” the checkout chick at IGA said to me last Thursday when the five kids and I rocked up to her counter.