Unlearning Difficulties
byWondering if we’re alone with this domestic issue/parenting fail. I mean, I know women often complain about this sort of thing, but is it maybe not entirely the fault of us fellas?
Wondering if we’re alone with this domestic issue/parenting fail. I mean, I know women often complain about this sort of thing, but is it maybe not entirely the fault of us fellas?
I love my wife, not least because it’s been my experience having her around always makes everything a little better.
“We both need to go,” Tracey informed me late last week when I questioned Winter’s doggy training on Monday nights. If I’d known it was going to come to that I never would have mentioned it…
“Seven times!” Tracey exclaimed all hands on hips and frowny today when I arrived home. Clearly I’d stuffed up. A lot.
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.
It turns out my wife and I have a different idea of what constitutes success. Mine is wrong.
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.
“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.