My Wife’s Awake To Me
by“You suck,” Tracey told me this morning. Unfortunately, she wasn’t even saying it to be funny.
“You suck,” Tracey told me this morning. Unfortunately, she wasn’t even saying it to be funny.
Calling dibs is very important around here. How important? Well…
Reposting of an old post was not a set up, but it sure looked that way a couple of hours later.
Today I tried to sneak in a nap. And I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for…my kids.
Under oath I’ll swear I was being a good, responsible dad. The circumstantial evidence, however, is really stacked against me.
Getting the kids to bed on Christmas Eve is painful. At least, in this house.
“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.
“We need to get Mum a Snickers on the way,” I overheard Master9 say to his sister. “She’s not herself when she’s hungry.”
I waved goodbye to Tracey with a smile. The kids and I were alone for the day and I had high hopes of being able to tell her how well it went when she arrived home. My plan almost worked too…
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.