I Had A Bed-wetting Problem This Week
byHaving cats in the house is increasing my stress to new, hitherto unseen levels.
The blog posts which probably mean more to us than you. Our day to day stuff which, one day, our kids will look back on and laugh at. Or use in court. Or talk about with their psychiatrists.
Having cats in the house is increasing my stress to new, hitherto unseen levels.
It’s always so nice when the kids offer off their own backs to help out.
I only left Grandad alone with Miss3 for a couple of minutes. I should have known better….
Same Day, Different Shit…
Not only did I get him to buy me lunch at the sausage sizzle out front of the hardware store but I also got to catch up on his latest news and be rewarded with a story.
Turns out, Tracey having herself a relaxing time is really good for my soul.
Tracey just told me I am terrible at bedtime stories. What do you think?
I sense I might have been played….
Mum’s away for a while visiting my sister so I took my Dad to the shops to grab a few things. Hilarity ensued.
The funnest game in the world…according to my kids. And Tracey.
I thought reading was supposed to be good for kids!
This week has been a disaster in terms of getting stuff done. But I’ve figured out how to fix that.
Blessed bedtime was upon us. Well, not us so much as the kids, which is the blessed bit.
Apparently there’s a problem with our internet…but I think our three year old has fixed it.
Short and sweet. Well, maybe not so sweet.