Playing The Long Game
byA squeal of delight had me ducking into our bedroom yesterday, eager to see if I could be included.
A squeal of delight had me ducking into our bedroom yesterday, eager to see if I could be included.
Now I’m the first to admit I own the ‘have a daddy look’ cliche: I can’t see the butter if it’s hiding at the front of the fridge under the cheese slices.
“I can’t find her!” she said, the worry in her voice increasing and engaging the interest of mine.
As Tracey was off doing a workshop it had taken some serious convincing for her to allow me and the kids to go to SeaWorld without her. Tomorrow’s supposed to be MovieWorld. Wish me luck.
Did some shopping today. But tell me, does my ass look big in these?
My first thought was, ‘I’m so stupid! Thank goodness no one saw me doing that!’
Sometimes you can just tell your three year old is about to do something they shouldn’t.
I was sitting at work today eating my lunch out of one of the kids’ pink lunch boxes. It was all a little exciting, especially as we’d run out of cling wrap so it was all individually wrapped in alfoil meaning the whole thing was kind of spaceman themed.