Something Stinks Around Here
by“What’s that smell?” Master11 asked me this morning as he stumbled into the kitchen…
poo
A Shitty Little Post
byIt’s not all beer and pretzels in the Devereaux household at the moment.
The Crap Trap
byGoing forward, I have one job: to look after the house and the kids so Tracey can focus on her photography business. It’s why I’m giving up banking.
A Hint Of Things To Come…
byI’m starting to get a feel for how much of a godsend it was to be able to escape to work…
A Loss For Words
byHow can two groups of people hear the same nine words and take away completely different meanings? Easy, when one group is made up of my children.
Toilet Training – The End Game
byThe final stage in that all important milestone – kids wiping their own bums.
‘It’ Keeps Happening
bySitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, I smiled to myself. And for once it wasn’t because the kids were outside and I was inside.
Where Kids Get Their Dumbest Ideas From
byWhy does Tracey always come home just when things are going to pot?
A Shitty Mothers Day Revelation
byFor a week now Tracey and I have been quietly fuming at each other, and today, of all days, it came to a surprising head.
Crappy Rewards For Children
by“Where’d she get chocolate?” I stammered when Miss3 came running up to me with her face and hands covered in it.
Pees In A Pood
byIt turns out my wife and I have a different idea of what constitutes success. Mine is wrong.
The Cat’s Out Of The Bag
by“There’s poo in the bathroom!” yelled Miss4, racing into our office and tugging frantically on my shirt.
“Great,” I said…
What A Shit Storm
by“I do it!” Miss2 bellowed at me when I went to take her nappy off. Great, I thought. Fine. Less work for me.
Do Cats Kill Grass?
by“Does cat pee kill grass?” my father asked my mother this week.
Why Kids Should Clean Up Their Own Crap
by“Dad! Dad! DAD!” came the collective screams from the kitchen. I shot off the bed and raced for the door. Several reasons for this outburst had automatically started channel surfing through my imagination – all of them involving, at best, an ambulance: none of them coming close to the real reason they were yelling.