Okay, I Get The Message
byI’m currently perched on a stool at a cafe tapping into my laptop and wondering if it’s safe to go home yet.
I’m currently perched on a stool at a cafe tapping into my laptop and wondering if it’s safe to go home yet.
Our first nights on the road again haven’t been without some ‘excitement’. By which I mean dramas. All part of the adventure, baby.
You might have picked up on this if you’re a long term reader of my blog, but Tracey is much better at this parenting gig than me. We can both look at the same situation and come up with totally different solutions.
Just to be clear, no, my daughter doesn’t do drugs. That being said, the title is totally legit.
I had this post written in the back of my mind for days, so when The NRMA approached me to sponsor a post I immediately said yes.
Not her. Me.
“Dammit,” said Tracey. She was standing outside the door to our bus looking frustrated with herself, which if I’m honest was a lovely change to her looking frustrated with me.
Like most kids, my kids say the funniest shite. Writing it down is essentially why I have a blog.
One of my daughters is worried because she thinks a mistake has been made. She’s right. She’s just wrong about the why.
“FFS, she’s your daughter alright,” Tracey told me tonight in her most disappointed of voices.
I was worried about sinus issues. It was much worse.
Things heated up in the kitchen this morning as we raced around attempting the seemingly impossible – to get the kids and us to three different events all happening at the same time.
Miss9 sort of dropped me in the poo today.
“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…
We were cutting it thin again this morning because I keep forgetting I can’t stand at the coffee machine knocking back shots and expect the kids to remember how to get ready for school.
Chck chck…is this thing on? Can you hear me at the back? Okay, well I have an announcement…