Why I Need To Watch My Step Around Here
byRaising five girls can be hard. And occasionally painful.
Raising five girls can be hard. And occasionally painful.
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.
The great thing about young kids is they aren’t teenagers yet, so you get to impress them with your smarts and logic, and they listen to your every word. In theory.
My first thought was someone had lost a limb – it was that loud and panicky – so I very nearly got up out of my chair and headed outside.
“AhhhHHHHH!!!” screamed Master10. “What have you done to me. Dad!”
My childhood has come back to haunt me. Not since I was in primary school have I felt so vulnerable. It hurt. It hurt bad.
I hate making excuses. It’s the worst part about having to pull out of an engagement. Especially when your excuse is…well…a little shite.
Our oldest daughter, Miss10, is a bit of a klutz. So far she’s managed to injure herself, in one form or other, every day of the holidays. Yesterday, while mucking about with her cousins and younger siblings, she jumped off our small retaining wall but seemed to change her mind midway through the manoeuvre.
Bang! Shudder. Bang! Shudder. Bang! Shudder. I was lying about in the lounge room and had just worked out that the rhythmic banging noise and corresponding shuddering of the house was probably a bad thing.