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4 months after I became Daddy Poppins, I wrote a blog on what I’d learned so far. So now over a year in I’ve decided to update that list ..,, here goes ….
Daddy Poppins would officially like to apologise to, first and fore mostly; Beck, Society in general, anyone involved in any kind of video production, musicians as a whole, people who’s images he may have borrowed, and last but by no means least…. you
I might do better with less sleep that a most people but I’d prefer my ‘night owl’ activities be of my own making and involve more PlayStation, boxsets, movies and craft beer rather than the Gruffallo and ‘baby nightime wind down’ songs (and being used as ‘a human climbing frame’). So as I wait for ‘the Boo’ to literally drop with tiredness, I’ve decided to express my feelings through memes.
Firstly and fore mostly, its not Daddy Poppins that needs settling in a creche, even if the Bear may suggest that he ‘needs bloody help‘ on a regular basis. I’m talking about when your kids need to enter some kind of childcare, of course!
So, I’ve written about TV before and the struggle to watch it as a parent but let’s just pretend that all the planets in the cosmos line up and your nocturnal kids are settled in bed and it’s just you and your partner and the immortal words are spoken
We’ve all heard of ‘Bitchy Resting Face‘, well apparently I’ve got ‘Grumpy Resting Face’
There’s nothing worse is there? You know what I mean. You’re doing your thing (reading, on your phone or watching the TV) and suddenly the conversation goes like this…
“What’s up with you?”
So I was just sitting there minding my own business, observing the Friday night ritual known as ‘wine o’clock’ between the Bear and an (as yet unnamed) neighbour. Then…. they got round to the subject of my blog.
Bear: I usually don’t know what he’s put up until one of the girls in my office tells me. Then I have to go and check what he’s said this week.
(quick glance in my direction)
Bear: One of the girls said they loved the blog but…..’He makes ya out to be some wagon?’
Daddy: Makes ya out?…..ha!
(not sure if I thought that or said it out loud, shit they’re looking over, time to slink back into ‘observation mode’… like a tortoise retreating into the sanctuary of his shell)
Bear: Sure look at him, sitting there on his phone probably taking notes. Ya can’t say nothing anymore.
(I splutter out an involuntary chuckle, as that’s exactly what I’m doing)
Bear: This better not go in your blog!!
Daddy: Hahahaha, I promise
Is it…. the cleaning, the school runs, the rushing from place to place, making dinners, the bedtimes, the constant Balamory and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on TV, talking about Minecraft or the lack of adult interaction? No….in my opinion it’s baby food.
You see, I’m a picky enough eater, I like my food the way I like it (everyone else is wrong). I have plenty of what I’d call ‘quirky rules’ when eating;
For 10 years I’ve worked on the front line in an Auctioneers and have had to keep myself pretty presentable (note that ‘pretty’ is definitely used as an adjective here). So, after weeks (probably months really) of having unruly hair and no time get it cut I found myself in the city with a sleeping child in a buggy and at least a 20 – 30 minute window of opportunity. So I got it cut and by cut I mean ….shaved off.
So how did this go down in the ‘Poppins household’: