Tracey and I are purposefully trying to spend less time in front of our screens and more time walking around the house wondering what people do when they aren’t on the internet. And it’s had its problems.
“I won’t be long,” Tracey said. I was just pleased she was going to the shops instead of me. Usually I get to run the crappy errands like this – mainly, I think, because she feels she’s better at looking after the kids.
“Knee butter!” screamed Miss2 for the umpteenth time. It was 5.00am and we’d been at this for nearly half an hour. I was seriously regretting not pretending to be asleep when she stumbled into our room so my wife could have got up and sorted this out.