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. 😀
It would seem I am unsuitable for living life on the road.
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.
I think I now know why the school day finishes at 3pm.
“Someone in there?” asked Master24, tapping on the door of the bathroom. Close.
The look on the face of the bloke walking past our car at the north bound BP servo at Caboolture was, when I think about it, totally called for.
Going forward, I have one job: to look after the house and the kids so Tracey can focus on her photography business. It’s why I’m giving up banking.
I’m starting to get a feel for how much of a godsend it was to be able to escape to work…
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.
The final stage in that all important milestone – kids wiping their own bums.
“Where’d she get chocolate?” I stammered when Miss3 came running up to me with her face and hands covered in it.
There aren’t many places, in a house of seven, to sit and enjoy a good book.
And now, thanks to one of our little cherubs, there’s one less.
“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.
“You’re in a good mood,” I accused my wife this morning. It wasn’t what I’d been expecting.