Oh, Crap
by“Dad!” came the call from the lounge room. It was Master10. I’d heard him yelling out for his mum for a bit and it seems he’d finally realized she was out shopping.
“Dad!” came the call from the lounge room. It was Master10. I’d heard him yelling out for his mum for a bit and it seems he’d finally realized she was out shopping.
While bathing Miss3 tonight I had the pleasure of listening to a conversation between Tracey and Miss5.
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.
“Who just went to the loo?!” I yelled out. The bathroom was a pigsty! Actually, that’s not entirely true…
“I. Need. Sleep.”
Given it’s Sunday, this post seems appropriate. Or inappropriate. One of them.
I’m such a good parent that even when I’m taking a less-than-standoverish supervisory role, good things happen.
“I’m going to school tomorrow,” Master10 announced tonight. He’d been home for two days with stabbing pains in the stomach which even had us at the hospital at one point.
I usually only get involved in the kids’ playing when the yelling starts. So it’s odd, and fortunate, that I overheard their conversation as I walked back up to the lounge room to watch some Firefly.
Sick of spag bog? I know I am. So this recipe is a godsend because it’s mild but still aromatic and flavoursome. I’m not saying it’s a surefire winner for your kids – we still have two who aren’t sold on it – but I’m very, VERY pleased to announce a 60% success rate with our mob.
Thursday night found us sitting around a fire in our backyard with our neighbours and talking, naturally, about kids.
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?
I have never understood how people can’t smell themselves.
Sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, I smiled to myself. And for once it wasn’t because the kids were outside and I was inside.
Tracey just told me I am terrible at bedtime stories. What do you think?