My Bathroom Pet Hate
by“Who just went to the loo?!” I yelled out. The bathroom was a pigsty! Actually, that’s not entirely true…
“Who just went to the loo?!” I yelled out. The bathroom was a pigsty! Actually, that’s not entirely true…
Thursday night found us sitting around a fire in our backyard with our neighbours and talking, naturally, about kids.
Turns out, Tracey having herself a relaxing time is really good for my soul.
For a week now Tracey and I have been quietly fuming at each other, and today, of all days, it came to a surprising head.
“Where’d she get chocolate?” I stammered when Miss3 came running up to me with her face and hands covered in it.
The house was as groomed as any bride heading off to meet her betrothed at the alter…
It turns out my wife and I have a different idea of what constitutes success. Mine is wrong.
This is a true story. It happened to the friend mine. It involves a public toilet…
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.
There aren’t many places, in a house of seven, to sit and enjoy a good book.
And now, thanks to one of our little cherubs, there’s one less.
“Toily! Toily! Toily!” screamed our three year old, just inches from her older brother’s sleeping head…
My good wife was out for the day being a photographer and I was home alone with the sprogs.
This, I believe, saved her.
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.
“I can’t hold any longer,” whined Miss6. She had bits crossed and others clenched and was hopping around the kitchen. “I need to go to the toilet.”
“You’re in a good mood,” I accused my wife this morning. It wasn’t what I’d been expecting.