What the actual…is that?
by“Oh, FFS!” I said, stopping the car as I backed out of the driveway. In case there’s any doubt, I extrapolated that acronym right the hell out.
“Oh, FFS!” I said, stopping the car as I backed out of the driveway. In case there’s any doubt, I extrapolated that acronym right the hell out.
Things are progressing just about as well as can be expected. Better even. Like, I haven’t misplaced a single child in the 48 hours I’ve been left in charge.
It started with a colourful silvery bit of foil.
…of sorts.
Please.
How long were these holidays? How many months? Because really, that’s the only way to explain how poorly we just did at the first day back to school this term.
I think I now know why the school day finishes at 3pm.
I know good parenting is essentially about routine, but I am so over repeating the same things over and over again.
Reposting of an old post was not a set up, but it sure looked that way a couple of hours later.
Does it count as educational if you teach your kids to use swear words in context and as adjectives, nouns, verbs and adverbs? Because if so, I aced it.
I don’t know if this is an isolated thing or everyone experiences it, but we have identified and named a phenomenon which occurs when we have to clean house.
Tracey is loving having me home full time.
Something magical is happening these holidays, and it all started on a bit of a high when I gave my kids a job to do.
Can you guess which bit Miss3 helped with?
I partly blame the fact it was pre-coffee.