I shouldn’t have been that surprised. It was inevitable. A matter of time. They found them, just as I had once found them. Condoms. In my bedside table. It could have happened anytime. It didn’t….
There’s an epidemic and it is taking its toll on most families here in Australia. It’s not a virus. It’s much worse. This is a specific type of unpleasantness. The type that you don’t realise…
Thud. Thud. Bang. Thud. Thud. Crash. Silence. Thud. Silence. Thud. Thud. Thud. First thing in the morning. Last thing at night. Walking. Talking. Getting into a car. Out of a car. Up stairs, down stairs….
This is what the midwife should have said to us when she passed us our baby. Tables, chairs, couches, roofs, me – it doesn’t matter. If it’s higher than ground level it must be conquered….
This parenting thing is getting harder. I thought it would get easier. It’s not. These past 6 months have been hell. And I find I am getting grumpier. Much less tolerant. When the kids were…
Physical fights between children, particularly siblings, is normal. Fighting between brothers is a natural and dare-i-say-it healthy occurrence. In our house there is an almost daily punch-on in one form or another. It could start as…
I’ve lost control. Again. There are many triggers that bring me out of denial. One being the inability to record a programme of my choosing. “there is not enough memory to record.” And so begins…
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…
When it comes to ‘minor’ illnesses I’ve got the bedside manner of The Terminator. Take the medicine. Go to sleep. I’ll be back. It’s how I want to be treated. I don’t need any TLC….
You would think having the house to ourselves for this first time in nearly 10 years would send us into a state of romance seen only on The Bachelor. Fighting urges and desires that our…
Rob Harris
