The Dump Run


Recent bouts of sickness have meant late nights and so much interrupted sleep it could probably better be described as a series of naps, but now the bugs and snotty noses have cleared up, Tracey decided to take the four older kids out of the house while Miss2 was in daycare.



“I heard I made your blog thingame,” Dad told me. Word travels fast – I only put it up eight hours earlier, before going to bed. “Give us a look then.”

I admit I was a little nervous. Aside from Tracey, I’m not used to watching the person I’ve written about, and let’s be honest, often in less than flattering terms, read my posts.