Diary of the just about managing dad.

  I sat back today and thought what a wonderful thing to have all the assertiveness of a child. By assertiveness, I mean the total confidence that my daughter carries off as she tells me, for the umpteenth time, that I am wrong. This is despite asking me the question in the first place. I can’t remember exactly what the question as she was in a questioning mood this afternoon and in a half hour car journey, she must have asked approximately 50 questions. These questions ranged from the mundane; why do we have to go to school? to the more complex; why do we have to get old? In truth, I’m pretty sure my answers to some of these questions were probably insufficient but it was the absolute surety in which she informed me that I was wrong that took me by surprise. Of course, when I asked her what she thought was the answer to all these questions, she just shrugged and looked out the window and replied, “I don’t know but I’ll guess I find out sometime.” I was stunned into silence. Of c...

  So here it goes, my first blog. I’m hoping this is interesting. It will certainly be interesting to me but I hope that you, the reader, will find this interesting too. It will certainly be honest. The subject matter may be generic but within everyday events, I will hope to find the humour that makes life bearable. But first of all, time to introduce myself, I am a father of two hilarious kids that I question the sanity of everyday. Honestly, my youngest is the ultimate kamikaze toddler. Most mornings when I’m running around the kitchen trying to sort lunches and feed the dog, he will ring in with his blond ringlets flopping down around his eyes and start to yell at the top of his voice as he spins around in circles. He would then leave the room at a speed not conducive to the post spin dizziness. The resulting crash causes a waterfall of plastic toys to crash all over the floor. Of course, the boy will continue on his merry way without realising the chaos he will have caused. Bei...