Stable Is My New Favourite Word
byToday was going to be when they brought Tracey out of her induced ‘slumber’ and back to reality. It wasn’t.
Today was going to be when they brought Tracey out of her induced ‘slumber’ and back to reality. It wasn’t.
We went shopping and had sushi! Does anyone else do this, or are we just bad parents?
I suspect Tracey thinks I should do more….
Today I tried to sneak in a nap. And I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for…my kids.
“I. Need. Sleep.”
Having cats in the house is increasing my stress to new, hitherto unseen levels.
Tracey needed sleep so I set about making sure she got it. She was pretty much doomed from that moment on.
I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming. I should have. I really should have. I mean, I live here. These kids are not strangers, even if they are a little strange.
Our daughter was wearing a bike helmet and in executing the hug had managed to headbutt her mum.
See those crumbs in the bottom right of this photo – they should have given me a hint something was up. Or, in this case, down.
If Tracey sought to teach me a lesson by making me sleep in with Miss2 last night, while she slept in our bed with Miss5, then mission accomplished.
I’m pretty sure it started as a joke but Miss5 seems to have forgotten that somewhere along the line, and now she just knows I’m not Mummy.
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.