Not sure how it plays out with other families, but with only two sleeps until the big man in red delivers our kids their prizes for being good this year, we’re at the point of our family tradition where I don’t get to spend much time with my wife.
It’s not as hard you think…is something I only like to say when referring to Christmas. Christmas is the most wonderful, magical, exciting, smile-attracting and enthusiastically anticipated time of the year. Even more-so than Father’s Day. But it’s also stressful. Well good news, folks, I’m here to help.
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Two things quickly became obvious on our last full day in Wonga Beach. Firstly, we need to avoid Sunday markets like they’re flooded causeways because you don’t know how big the money pit under the dreamy casual surface is until you step in, and secondly…
“Is now a good time to talk to you about something I’d like?” Miss9 asked me tonight in what I can only describe as a sweet, lilting, totally unrecognisable voice…
Straight off the bat I’m going to say getting me to review these products is a stroke of genius by the folks at Satety 1st. Oh, and so was giving me a car seat and stroller to giveaway 😀 #sponsored post
“I need underarm,” Master11 informed us.
There’s a reason diet contains the word die in it – as a warning to husbands.
Fathers are better at shopping with kids than mothers. Fact.
We went shopping and had sushi! Does anyone else do this, or are we just bad parents?
Not only did I get him to buy me lunch at the sausage sizzle out front of the hardware store but I also got to catch up on his latest news and be rewarded with a story.
We’d stopped at Sunshine Plaza to check our credit cards were working while we waited for my flight. The good news is they were. The bad news….
I’d just passed the op shop record selection: a wet dream for lovers of Nana Mouskouri, Irish folk singers and bagpipe marching bands. And then my mood changed.
“Daddy,” said Miss7, “can you buy me a treat at the shops?”
Shopping centres and supermarkets seem to attract crooks.
I’ve worked in retail so I’ve seen my fair share of it, from drive offs at the pump to the five finger discounts on sweets and drinks.
So when this guy at the supermarket this morning seemed to take a serious interest in the contents of my shopping trolley I knew just how to handle it.
“I’ve always wanted five kids,” the checkout chick at IGA said to me last Thursday when the five kids and I rocked up to her counter.