Category Archives: Days out

Football and the kid life balance

Parenting dilemma for this week centred around the big football game against Columbia. Do I stay home and put her to bed at 7, also kick off time (for the players, not my daughter) or take her with me to a mates house so I’ve at least got someone there to moan about the ref to. I had planned to leave at half time, go home, get my 5 year old into bed and watch the rest on my own, but it felt like I might be tempting fate if I changed anything about the circumstances.

So we stayed until full time, by then of course we had to go to extra time. I shimmied my girl out the door as quickly as I could and chased home, got her into bed and listened to a tele in the other room whilst I read the Gruffalo.

Penalties were watched all alone in my bedroom in near on silence as I jumped up and down, cheering England in the goals, whilst trying not to wake my girl. It’ll be much easier at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. C’MON ENGLAND!!!

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Bad news from sports day

I’m absolutely gutted at the news I’ve just heard in the school playground at pickup time, there will be no parents race at sports day! What! I’ve been training for this for five years, ever since she was born, I’ve got spikes and starting blocks and I’m ready for that gold medal.

Yes for the kids it’s all about the taking part not the winning but for me it’s about the winning. I half a mind to organise our own parents sports day while the kids are still at

school one Wednesday afternoon.

Good or bad parenting?

I’m yet to determine if the story im about to tell you makes me a good or a bad parent. Me and a friend of mine took our kids to a nice big play park to have a run around, let off some steam and have fun at the weekend. Good?

We perched ourselves on a bench away from anyone else so we could have as detailed a gossip as we liked. Bad?

The children were full of joy in the sandpit, quite happy to fill a bucket up then tip it over. Good?

I found a big bag of sweeties in my rucksack, so my friend and I fired through the lot of them, hiding them behind our backs anytime one of our cherubs came towards us. Bad?

No, actually I’ve concluded that it makes me a very very good parent to eat my daughter’s sweets, I’m saving her from obesity and her teeth rotting.

Good or bad, you decide, haha.

What are Dads for?

I often wonder if my daughter misses out with not having a father around at all, she has strong male role models all around her, but recently a couple of things have come up that I see as ‘dad’ jobs, the first is gross and the second I’ve just got on with.

Farting, letting out wind, blow offs, I think every kid goes through a stage of finding this super super funny, being obsessed with bottom burps, trumps, pops. I, on the other hand do not find this amusing, in fact it made me feel sick when traveling along the motorway my sweet innocent 5 year old asked if I “could smell that?” Euurrrggghhhh! See, she’s missing someone who’ll find it hilarious when she starts whafting the air from her bum after the loudest noise that’s ever come out of her!

The second act I’ve always seen as something the Dad would do and funnily enough did see lots of dads do, the day we went to the park with her new bike with NO STABILISERS! As we got crash hats, handlebars and knee pads out of the car a little boy whizzed past on two wheels, with his pop right next to him, his mum 10 meters behind, filming the proceedings. So it’s just me and her, I’ve got to play both parents, so it’s a case of holding on, chasing beside and trying to film at least 3 seconds on my phone. Would you believe it, after 2 tries and a lot of me reminding her to keep pedalling, she only went and nailed it! My heart jumped out of my chest with joy and pride, I did that, I’ve made the most wonderful, amazing bike rider, now I’ve got to teach her to stop.

Is it about the winning or the taking part?

I like running, good for the body, good for the mind and all that, but I’m having to take it more seriously now. I may not know an exact date, but I know there’s a good chance that my kids sports day will come up in the next few weeks and I want to be ready.

Yes I know it’s her first year at school and it’s not about the winning, but it would be amazing to cross the finish line as champion of the parents race wouldn’t it? Not that I’ll have a speech ready for the podium medal ceremony. No, it’s not about that at all. Are you allowed to take supporters to cheer you on and chant your name?

So I’m going to train like Mo Farrah, get lots of miles in the legs and do speed training on the track in preparation for the day of glory.

N.b. I’m almost certain, none of this will happen, I’ll get scared on the big day and not even make it to the start line.

Don’t do it, it’ll stink…

WARNING! To everyone taking kids to a beach this summer.

If you are looking for interesting stones and pebbles and come across some crabs legs that your child finds fascinating, LEAVE THEM THERE!

I can confirm that putting them in a toy bag for a week, so they’re safe for next month’s ‘show and tell’ makes your house stink!

You’re welcome.

What to do in the Easter holidays…

Are you like me at the start of the two week Easter break, looking at the weather forecast and just seeing rain, rain and more rain, wondering what to do, what will fill 14 days? Wonder no more, I have the perfect solution, it’s been staring me in the face, it’s the answer to all my prayers…….pack the little rugrats off to their grandparents!

They get to spend time with their little darlings and you get to go to the toilet in peace, eat a dinner while it’s hot and not have “muuuuuummmmmmmyyyy” ringing in your ears, for a couple of weeks. Everyone’s a winner!