A Shitty Little Post
byIt’s not all beer and pretzels in the Devereaux household at the moment.
It’s not all beer and pretzels in the Devereaux household at the moment.
How 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.
Sitting 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.
“There’s poo in the bathroom!” yelled Miss4, racing into our office and tugging frantically on my shirt.
“Great,” I said…
“I do it!” Miss2 bellowed at me when I went to take her nappy off. Great, I thought. Fine. Less work for me.
“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.
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.
Miss2 is doing really well with her toilet training. This morning, after I picked her out of the cot, she raced into the bathroom, removed her own nappy and sat on the toilet to wee. I couldn’t have been prouder if she’d bashed out Beethoven’s Fifth on the keyboard.