I’ll File This Post Under ‘Reasons I Must Never Let My Wife Leave Me’
by“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Tracey asked me again. She was going away in the morning so I’d have all the kids. “Piece of cake,” I told her. Proof not all cake tastes good.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Tracey asked me again. She was going away in the morning so I’d have all the kids. “Piece of cake,” I told her. Proof not all cake tastes good.
I opened just one eye and waited grumpily for it to focus. I do this one eye thing to trick my brain into thinking it’s not awake yet. Pretty sad when you’re well aware how dumb your own brain is.
With my lovely wife away this afternoon shooting a wedding and not due home until around 8pm I was determined she should come home to children fed, bathed and in bed. My enthusiasm knows no sense.
Boggle was the clear favourite this weekend for our 3 middle kids. It’s place assured from the first game when all 3 kids managed to pick out the word POO.
I remember as a kid being amazed when my mum started singing along to a Frankie Goes To Hollywood song I was playing. For a few seconds I had the coolest mum on the block.
This is why I prefer Peppa Pig. I suspect with Daddy Pig the pack of donuts wouldn’t even have made it out of the store.
This year I’ve decided to leave nothing to chance. My birthday is coming up, which gives me not a lot of time to subtly lay the foundations so I get what I want
“Knee butter!” screamed Miss2 for the umpteenth time. It was 5.00am and we’d been at this for nearly half an hour. I was seriously regretting not pretending to be asleep when she stumbled into our room so my wife could have got up and sorted this out.
There are hundreds of things I love about being a father to my seven, from having them vomit in my mouth to being nutted, but I’ve culled it down to my top ten.
Some tips and tricks to making it as a father and surviving as a husband. No, not really. This is mainly a list of my failures.