The Silence.
I’ve been quiet on here. Like, properly quiet. The kind of quiet where you start to wonder if the bloke who used to word-vomit his feelings onto the internet every few weeks has finally run out of things to say.…
Parenting
Autonomy; the double edged sword of solo parenting
I often spout about a major benefit of not having partner is that I get to make all the decisions. I get to choose what to watch on netflix. I choose dinner. I choose things to do. I decide if…
Dad or rockstar. The impossible battle.
I love a surf. I love a drink (or ten). I truly feel like I am eternally 30 something. I quite enjoy pushing the socially assumed limits of acceptable behaviour for a 40 something grown man. I have always been…
Don’t be in such a rush.
You all know I constantly bitch and moan about the incessant nature of raising children. Let’s face it, a big red “off” button would get a solid workout in most families am I not right? Well I for one would…
A humble man
I know I write often of the trials and tribulations of being a solo Dad and raising children. I tend to feel most inspired when the shit hits the fan or I am down and out with my lot in…
Rosemary McCracken
If there’s anything worse than losing your life partner of 17 years, it’s seeing the big gap they left in their children’s life when they are not there for them day in day out and you can’t make sense of…
Why I don’t hate on women in my blog
Maybe some critical readers would assume that a blog by a Dad, predominantly for Dads, would be 100% blokey and full of masculine shares, posts and rhetoric. Possibly even full of boob pics and alcohol fuelled conquest stories. So why…
The fear of being the bad cop
The fear of being the bad guy We all know that when it comes to kids, one of the most common forms of discipline and / or parenting is the tried and tested good cop / bad cop routine. As…
45% parenting: a curse of the solo parent
Not blowing my own trumpet here, but I reckon I’m doing alright at this parenting gig. Which, I am starting to realise, is also becoming a problem. Because I am doing alright. I’m not able to crank out 100% Dad…
When there’s not enough of you to go around
It breaks my heart on a regular basis. Just a few small words that wrench at the very core of what makes being a solo parent such a tough gig. “I wish we had more time together Dad” Talk about…
Moderate your moderation
I heard the most sage advice from a friend the other day. We were chatting about the ups and downs of raising kids; diet, sleep habits, attitudes, suppressing the desire to strangle them in their sleep, etc etc. Just the…
Bloody bedtime
I write this as once again, I sit on a terribly uncomfortable tiny plastic kids chair next to Albi’s door, as I try in vain to channel my hidden jedi skills to mind-fuck him to sleep. And now it’s also…