Life, the Universe and Everything Tracey
byI let Tracey choose the photo for this post as a birthday treat. Big mistake it turns out.
I let Tracey choose the photo for this post as a birthday treat. Big mistake it turns out.
Tracey was standing in the door posing sexily in a way which always makes me chuckle for the cheeky audacity of this wonderful woman. But as a husband with 16 years experience I knew this was no time to relax. This was a test.
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.
Not much to do sitting around in hospital, so Tracey and I amused ourselves putting this list together.
Tracey needed sleep so I set about making sure she got it. She was pretty much doomed from that moment on.
You know that thing where you know what you want to say but can’t find the words in your head?
My wife is currently on a mission. She’s losing weight. And occasionally her temper.
I was only just thinking the other day, you know what the world needs more of? Mother’s guilt.
Part of getting kids to do things around the house is tricking them into going the extra mile.
“Why are you asleep?” was the first thing my wife asked me when she arrived home. “You’re supposed to be watching the kids.”
The hardest thing about looking after the kids while your wife is out working is making sure you’re awake before she comes home.
After cleaning the house with two kids, I believe I now have an inkling of an understanding how Batman feels trying to keep Gotham safe from The Joker and Twoface.
What is the dress code when the police arrive on your doorstep to see whether you’ve knocked off your husband?
Beep! Beep!
“No! She wouldn’t,” I said as I spun around.
Turns out she would.
When it comes to chatting about birth with women who are eight months pregnant, the best idea is to shut up and listen.