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Two nights sleep massively impacted by a car crash and poorly running trains, made all the more painful given the kids are sleeping well (wake up time now 6.15am, when it was as early as 4am in Edinburgh). And that was made harder today as it was my wife’s turn to do a crossover podcast with the Guilty Feminist so she was in London for the afternoon and evening. My son taunted me by failing to fall asleep for his lunchtime nap which meant he was going to be grouchy and badly behaved my dinner time and so I spent a lot of time on my hands and knees in the kitchen picking up over-cooked broccoli. This is the unadvertised side of parenthood. I have set myself the challenge of not losing my temper with the kids (treating them like hecklers and if they get to you, you lose) but today the smaller heckler was victorious. But however much I told him he was naughty he still carried on, but he cried when I shouted at him. What a baby. This is why Trump and Johnson are unbeatable though,
So my son has a great future in politics (unless baby leaders destroy the planet before he gets the chance).
I’d thought about taking the kids to the zoo, but man that felt like a trip up Kilimanjaro in the cold light of day. I just about built up the energy to take them to the supermarket. I was picking up some dry cleaning too, but that can take ages as you have to wait by the desk whilst they go to the back of the store to find your stuff, so I cleverly gave them the ticket on the way in and said I’d pick up my stuff on the way out. Because I am a genius.
Except I forgot about the dry-cleaning until I was halfway home in the car. So I had to turn around and go back. Which was a lot better than remembering when I’d got home and taken everyone out of the car. Because then I would have had to set fire to the house and end the whole thing.
This is genuinely the only interesting thing that happened to me today. I bet you’re wishing drink drivers would crash into my village more often right?
Luckily the kids were knackered too and went to bed without too much fuss. My daughter starts school on Tuesday and is excited and scared about it. We read a book about school together and talked through how brilliant it would be and how I was excited and scared too and that that was all right. We had a good father/daughter chat about the world. Her worries are mainly manageable for now, but it can only get more complicated, but to be honest the complexity is good. It’s better to discuss death and divorce and how mummy and daddy still love each other even if they get annoyed with each other every now and again, than to pick up soggy broccoli from a kitchen floor.
