Overnight stays

MY three-year-old stayed the night last night and, although it’s great fun when she spends Saturday night here, it’s never quite the picnic it should be.

She’s very strong-willed, although incredibly loving and caring, but that pair make for a tricky concoction. Amazingly, given that Schmoo didn’t settle till 9pm, 3YO stayed asleep the entire night and didn’s stir. Thank goodness.

3YO didn’t want to go to see Chicken Little (probably a wise move) at Kids Club on Sat, so we spent the day around CP. We checked out the aquarium shop, which has some wicked snakes, lizards and fish for sale. Always interesting for a young one – if only to see different wildlife up close, I think.

I guess, I find the most difficult thing, having almost zero money and being constantly tired, and not mentally alert. For someone who prides themselves on having a quick brain and sharp reflexes, I feel as dull as a 20-year-old razor blade!

Where does the time go?

Sometimes I wonder what I did with my life before I had kids. The weekends always seemed to stretch out like a never-ending chasm, to be filled with drinking wine, cooking lovely food and watching TV or going to the movies.

Now, I occasionally get to cook lovely food, drink wine as long as it’s not too much, or else I’ll have a stinking hangover, never go to the cinema, unless it’s with my three-year-old (The Wild, Flushed Away) and watch any TV I can get to. I watch Match Of The Day on Sunday, if I’m lucky courtesy of Sky+

In fact, I watch most of my favourite TV (actually we do), by virtue of Sky+ – I don’t think I watch anything at the time it’s actually broadcast, apart from the occasional news bulletin. Decidedly odd. What happened to watercooler TV? I think I’ve had about one conversation about last night’s TV in the past 6 months, and that was about, dare I say it, Celeb Big Brother.

It’s not as if we don’t do things with Ava – more that everything has to be structured around her and when she eats. If we go shopping in town, we end up being at Oxford Circus at 12.15, so we can go to Mamas & Papas cafe. Ah, those halcyon days of suddenly grabbing something at 2.30pm and necking a bottle of wine.

If it sounds like I’m moaning, far from it. My children are a delight – I suppose I sometimes marvel at what my life used to be like. Fulfilment is guaranteed now!

So, I’m a dad – I guess that’s pretty obvious from…

So, I’m a dad – I guess that’s pretty obvious from the title of this blog. I have two daughters – one is currently three-and-a-half and I see her at weekends, while the other is ten months and I see her every day, as we all live together.

The idea behind this blog is twofold:
1) To enable and encourage me to write regularly and not about things that I write every day at work. Although it might sound fun to tell people what you think of Sienna Miller’s latest red carpet outfit, believe me, it gets boring!

2) Being a dad is not talked about that much. Everyone, probably naturally, concentrates on the mum’s role in bringing up baby, as it were. Poor old dad is usually left to bring home enough money to buy weekly groceries and fund the endless supply of nappies, clothes and toys, to name but a few things. I want to try and redress that balance in somme small way, but posting my musings about being a good, hopefully, dad.

I probably should have started this a year or so ago, as I’ll have nothing to say about the early months, but hey, both of my girls have a lot of years to go and a lot trials and tribulations to go through. I’m sure there’ll still be plenty to comment about.

That’s it for the moment – I’ll be back with something new soon!