Ah, my children are going through some lovely, lovely phases. With the dishwasher out of action again, the Dibber Dobber and Kiss Arse phases are back. This is the phenomena where 8 year old son reports back everyting the six year old is doing. Or not doing. Everything that comes…
Tag: chores
The decision made and the new computer ordered, today was the day my box had to go in to have it’s files moved over to the new PC, and have a good looking at, scan and other techno stuff done to it. A sad day indeed. Fortunately, only a day…
Sometimes, I just don’t understand children. They really do my head in. There I was, happily working away in my office, when Godzilla entered (grumble, grumble). “Excuse me, Mummy,” he says, completely surprising me. “Can I unstack the dishwasher, please?” Given that it is his job to do it, anyway,…
Honesty is the best policy, I always think. So, I was honest. I left to pick the kids up. Walking, Chippie in pram. I hate plugging kids into car seats. So I didn’t. At the point of no return, it started raining. Argh! It stopped when I got under shelter…