Breaking Out In A Nervous Rash
byThis idea is a little bit priceless.
This idea is a little bit priceless.
Our first nights on the road again haven’t been without some ‘excitement’. By which I mean dramas. All part of the adventure, baby.
Calling dibs is very important around here. How important? Well…
Some people have no idea how to sell a place.
“I’ve started the bath,” I called out to Tracey earlier this week as I took the potatoes off the stove. There was a grumbled response from…
Something magical is happening these holidays, and it all started on a bit of a high when I gave my kids a job to do.
Sometimes it just takes a fresh set of eyes….and a four year old.
We take our kids out of school for a holiday at least one week a year. Our reasoning is simple: we can’t afford premium rates at places like the Gold Coast. And, as importantly, I hate crowds.
You know that thing where it’s all going so well you really hope someone is watching and then your kids step in and change that?
Every now and then I see a glimpse of me coming out in the kids. Which is fine. Unless my wife sees it as well.
I’m in trouble. Again.
I can’t believe the MND (that’s Australian for ALS – must be the accent) Ice Bucket Challenge finally caught up with me, although I knew it eventually would.
She’s a climber. She’s a runner. She’s a dodger. She’s a hider. Plus, she’s dead keen on playing with knives. She’s genuinely the biggest pain in the butt child we’ve ever had.
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.
“Line up for the loo,” I called out to the kids. We were on our way to Brisbane. We’d been up since 7am and the midday meet up was already looking iffy.