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byIs there anything Barbie can’t do? This week, as part of their homeschooling, she was teaching our kids how to run a business.
Is there anything Barbie can’t do? This week, as part of their homeschooling, she was teaching our kids how to run a business.
“Is now a good time to talk to you about something I’d like?” Miss9 asked me tonight in what I can only describe as a sweet, lilting, totally unrecognisable voice…
Tracey is loving having me home full time.
We’d stopped at Sunshine Plaza to check our credit cards were working while we waited for my flight. The good news is they were. The bad news….
My wife and I have different ideas regarding how our children should be dressed. I’m not saying she’s better at it, but…
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I doubt there’ll be a parent, and more specifically a mother, who can’t relate to this post. This conversation happened in the fitting rooms of a department store in Gympie this very morning.
“Why are you asleep?” was the first thing my wife asked me when she arrived home. “You’re supposed to be watching the kids.”
The hardest thing about looking after the kids while your wife is out working is making sure you’re awake before she comes home.
“You need to get dressed,” said Tracey. “I am dressed,” I told her. Tracey looked me over. A look of embarrassment at her faux pas failed to register on her face. “No, you’re not.”
My wardrobe has been a bone of contention in this house for some time. Not with me, with Tracey. She thinks I dress myself without any thought whatsoever, but she’s wrong.
“We need to buy more clothes for the kids,” I told Tracey after baths tonight. Her face registered both joy and shock. Joy, I assume, because of the prospect of shopping, and shock because we have cupboards full of plastic containers full of dress, skirts, shirts and shorts.
Buying clothes to wear once your belly pops and your boobs start seriously testing the underwire can be expensive.