The Things I Do For Love
by“We need to get Mum a Snickers on the way,” I overheard Master9 say to his sister. “She’s not herself when she’s hungry.”
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I Get Blindsided By A Two Year Old
byI waved goodbye to Tracey with a smile. The kids and I were alone for the day and I had high hopes of being able to tell her how well it went when she arrived home. My plan almost worked too…
My Wife Hates Me For Getting Up To Our Kid At Night
byI try to help Tracey out where I can, but sometimes I just make things worse…
The Thing Which Goes Grump In The Night
byI figured the coffee I was making my wife and the fantastically good mood she’d be in from her sleep in would make her happy.
I was wrong on both counts.
The Worst Thing About Back To School
byThat our family of seven is crowded into a three bedroom house (with a small sleep out) is never more obvious than on school holidays. On more specifically, at the end of the school holidays.
My Least Favourite Milestone
byThere are big moments in a young child’s upbringing which I really look forward to and they’re not the usual nonsense milestones people generally get all worked up about.
Why It’s Important To Take My Glasses To Bed
byI needed sleep.
I’d been tossing and turning for hours, a half dozen thoughts continuously projected onto the inside of my forehead while my brain chatted incessantly over each and every scene. Eventually I decided I needed help turning the projector off.
My Fright Night Fight
by“Hey!” I yelled, shooting to a sitting position on the side of my bed in a manner my back would later send me a harshly worded memo about. “Who are you?!”
Wake Me Up Before They Go-Go
byYou’d think by now these kids would know I’m only to be woken for emergencies – fires, floods or the garbo. They’ve never once woken me up for any other reason and received, for example, a lolly.
The Snory of the Common Denominator
byTracey has been ‘a bit tired’ now for going on 10 years. I’ve always assumed it was the kids. Now I’m not so sure.
Morning Has Broken
byI like to edge my way towards consciousness in the morning, rather than be jolted awake by circumstances outside my slumber.
My least favourite way to be woken up on a weekend is being climbed over by one of the kids in an effort for them to hunker down between me and their mum.
The Big Dope
byWhen I’m sleep deprived, I’m a mess. The synapses in my brain just don’t fire. What I say and what I hear don’t necessarily match reality. I hear about Winston Churchill, Napolean Bonaparte, Thomas Jefferson and Bob Hawke and how at the peak of their political powers they only required a few hours sleep a night and I can’t believe there haven’t been more wars.
(Super) Short and (Sorta) Sweet
byTracey had just called out Miss3 in her Mommy voice. The bedroom was a mess. Clothes had been dragged out of the wardrobe and toys pulled out of boxes. Actually, the room was a supermess.
Go back to shhhhleep
bySome of the world’s greatest discoveries have been made by accident – chocolate chip cookies, potato chips, Viagra. And now it seems I’m going to add my own stroke of accidental genius to the mix.
The girl who cried wolf
byIt turns out they read a story about Peter & The Wolf at prep earlier this week. Want to know how we know?