There’s a phenomenon that occurs in cars with kids after an outing. Every time we have an outing – be it a day outing or an evening outing – on the way home, or on…

I made the mistake of turning the TV on during bed time ‘routine’ last night. I say ‘routine’ but that is wrong. It is no longer a ‘routine’. The ‘routine’ ended the day they could…

Fathers Day

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Father’s Day is done. We have been out for dinner. I’m knackered. I retreat to my bedroom and relax on the bed. It’s 7.30pm. I watch TV as the boys play loudly outside my room….

Words to make your heart melt. However it can often feel like a real chore to lie down with your child at night. When you put your little one to bed – you want them…

With the thought of Madeleine McCann in my head I shut the door to the hotel room and walk out leaving my son alone for the evening. Stupid. Irresponsible. Naive. Foolish. Thoughtless. Dangerous. Incomprehensible. Reprehensible?…

I am having my own personal Groundhog Day at the moment. I wrote a poem about our daily life cycle 8 months ago called,  A Day in The Life but a lot changes in 8 months…

I ask this question following yet another difficult and emotionally charged evening episode of “Putting the Boys to Bed”. It starts around 6.30pm. The witching hour as we used to call it. The boys have…

I have an average memory. I struggle to remember jokes. I can’t recall specific periods of time. Large chunks of my childhood are missing.  I forget details. I know it is all in there. When…

It is half past 2 and I think I hear the patter, Here we go again, whatever is the matter? You are in your own room, it’s always what you wanted, Now you come and tell…

IT IS Saturday. I am lying in bed reading the news on my iPad. I find myself at an exasperated loss, unable to relax, having just screamed (again) at my sons for running around the…