Michael: What are nits?
Me: Lice eggs.
Michael: Little baby lice?
Michael still does not have lice. Rejoice.
Archives for February 2014
Separating the Parental Wheat from Chaff
Daniel’s new GAA training regime is killing us. He has a match at weekends and training two evenings a week from 5.00 to 6.15. Who does this suit? On Thursdays he goes with a neighbour. When he gets home about 6.40 he wolfs down his dinner and goes to choir practice at 7.15 with the Princess and me.
On Monday, Mr. Waffle brings him and the neighbour’s child out for 5.00. I leave work at 5.30 (deeply inconvenient); cycle home like a fury; hop into the car at our house at 5.45 (left there by Mr. Waffle following depositing of children); sit in traffic for 30 minutes; collect the boys; drop the neighbour’s child home; and return, late, for our own childminder, who is at home with the other pair, at 6.40.
All I can say is, it’s a good job that Daniel really loves it.
Possibly Not the Hardest Part
Herself: It must be so hard to be a vegan.
Me: I suppose.
Her: No caviar.
