It’s been a while between posts, sorry about that. The last half of the year is particularly hard for me these days. Not to worry, here is something I’ve been ruminating on for months now that I finally got around…
Fathers day. Hmm… not the usual fanfare and doting I’ve grown accustomed to over the years. Really makes you realise how much preparation, prodding and pushing mums do on this most celebrated day of the year. I did get breakfast…
So yeah, did just teach myself how to use a sewing machine (bless you google machine), smashed out a superb costume fix. Negotiated an on-point 3yr old haircut that even mum would be proud of. Feeling super parenty. Dad: 2…
Ok, so it turns out that not every day is a hard slog with two little munchkins, running as a solo parent. On a rainy, windy and cold (17deg is cold for Byron) winter’s day, I snuck in a cracking…
Early morning flights with kids. A quick snapshot of single dad travel: 430am Wake up to the sound of 12yr & 7yr olds already hyperactive and getting dressed.
It’s the omnipresent question, the simple to ask, yet unanswerable in under 30mins question that is dutifully asked by all those near and dear: “So..how are you going…really?”
