Scents Of Humour
by“Hey, I’m in here!” bellowed Master13. You already know what this is about, don’t you. 😀
“Hey, I’m in here!” bellowed Master13. You already know what this is about, don’t you. 😀
Even though Tracey has already started the Christmas shopping, as a rainy day exercise she encouraged our kids to write out their Christmas lists for Santa this weekend.
Taking the kids to the loo when you’re on the road really eats into your day, especially when you’ve five kids and their bladders don’t communicate.Â
We’ve been – I want to say trapped – at Tracey’s parents’ place for months now waiting for Tracey to feel up to travelling and working again. Then Master12’s appendix had to be expelled from his body and that’s slowed us down some more. The good news is the bus is looking and running fantastic, and we’re going to do a walkthrough to show everyone our set up shortly.
Not her. Me.
“Someone in there?” asked Master24, tapping on the door of the bathroom. Close.
“You can’t go in there,” Tracey told me, explaining our son was in the bath. I had no idea why she thought this might be a problem.
Miss5 was standing in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, doing little jumps up and down and holding onto her wee wee. I knew exactly what was coming…or so I thought.
“Who just went to the loo?!” I yelled out. The bathroom was a pigsty! Actually, that’s not entirely true…
Turns out, Tracey having herself a relaxing time is really good for my soul.
Sometimes we think about the next ten years and shudder like the family car being driven by a sixteen year old learner driver learning stick shift for the very first time
“I don wanna look at your doodle,” said Miss3. She’d flung the bathroom door open, stumbling in with both hands up to her eyes. Where do they come up with stuff?
Tracey walked out of the bathroom, her and her clothes drenched from head to toe.
“Don’t tell me,” I said. “You forgot to undress before your shower?”