Escape, Family Day, Ceatures from the Deep

We did um and ah about Family Day today. There was the obligatory and inevitable resistance to the idea, and even that was half hearted. I gave the alternative; Family Day or tidy up the house. This appeared to induce comas in all three children, suddenly not only incapable of…

Gorging Myself

Another fun filled family day, where I almost, but not quite, managed to cut off the anti-Family-Day rhetoric and whining before they began. They, however, didn’t get too far this time, as I was able to quite remarkably and unexpectedly explain how the same blah has never worked before so…

Not Then, or Then, or Even Then …

Not a fan of the AFL at the best of times, and even less so during the finals, it was with much gratitude that we were invited to a friends’ house in the middle of nowhere to spend some time with them. In the peace and quiet. Away from the…

Family Escape (FTS)

Not, as it may be perceived, an escape from the family for the weekend, which is something I not only very much desire, but something I need for the safety and wellbeing of everyone. Still, Grumpy finished work early on Saturday, so I uttered “Fuck This Shit” (FTS) and hustled…

Not a Whale of a Family Day

The World getting to me I gathered by beloved family and dragged them away from it all. Spontaneous as one can get when requiring some level of decent accommodation to sleep and shower in, of course. I’m sure camping requires some level of organising and planning and blah, too. And…