The Booby Prize
by“Why can’t I be a trophy husband?” I asked the kids as the family sat around playing boardgames over Christmas.
“Why can’t I be a trophy husband?” I asked the kids as the family sat around playing boardgames over Christmas.
One of the fun things about your kids getting to the age where they’re dating and seriously contemplating settling down is meeting the other family.
When I was about eighteen dad ruined a perfectly good meal by announcing I’d be expected to do his eulogy. “You’re the oldest,” he’d argued when I protested strongly, instantly breaking into the sort of full body dampness lovers of not public speaking will recognise. As such I’ve been dreading the passing of my father more than most for 34 years.
“Hey, I’m in here!” bellowed Master13. You already know what this is about, don’t you. 😀
I thought I did a wonderful thing yesterday, going in to hospital with Miss15 and having the same procedure done, but Tracey is so angry at me she’s started confiscating my stuff.
My DNA results are in!
I stay awake some nights unable to fight off the nightmare thought of not being able to get all the kids out in time…
Why on earth are we back in Gympie when we have a bus decked out with beds? Well, I’ll tell you…
Riding roughshod over my very own forestry and cave system was not the direction I thought things would take when we took off on our big lap some sixteen months ago.
Sadly, we don’t need Child Care Benefits and Child Care Rebates at the moment. Well, somedays we’re sad about it. Point is there are some changes coming for government assistance and they’ve sponsored me to broach the subject on my blog. To be honest I think it’s looking pretty positive all around, but see what you think…
I am not a new parent so I should have known better…is what Tracey growled at me.
Here are my top ideas for something to bring-a-long to Christmas lunch so you appear helpful while still conserving energy for the present opening. It won’t surprise you to learn I’m super lazy about it 🙂
Not sure how it plays out with other families, but with only two sleeps until the big man in red delivers our kids their prizes for being good this year, we’re at the point of our family tradition where I don’t get to spend much time with my wife.
The road sign at the T junction pointed to our destination in one direction and Lightning Ridge in the other. We sat there for couple of minutes trying to decide where to go. Did we have enough time up our sleeve? Was it worth the diesel? We knew the name but what was actually there? Ultimately, what it came down to was could we think of any reason not to? In the end, we swiped right. It was the right decision.