Last month after one hangover too many I took the decision that it was time for a break from alcohol. It’s now been just under a month and tomorrow marks the end of my detox so I thought it time to have a look at the results.
I’m still working on convincing Robbie of the importance of football. Though many would argue that there are far more important life skills to be teaching a one year old boy, my focus on prioritising such aspects has always been a little off key.
There is always such excitement when a friend or family member has a new baby. It is often the case that people want to bring gifts to meet the new arrival and these post looks at how to get presents that the parents really want.
It’s been a pretty quiet week for us. Not in the sense of decibel levels which have been through the roof with Robbie’s constant screaming and shouting, more in the sense that nothing much has really happened.
I’ve always had a strange relationship with social media. Until very recently I had refused to use it for many years yet recent personal and global changes have found me spending almost all of my time flicking between the different sites.
Let’s face it, the last few weeks have been a little bit rough. Coronavirus has done so much more than just spread a lethal illness, it has completely wiped all toilet roll from the planet and destroyed our supplies of pasta which is a real issue for us all.
I read some news this morning that really hit me hard. The story was regarding a young Dad of three who had died after drinking a can of energy drink most days just to get through night shifts at work.
It happens every year. The nightmare where every taken man is dutifully bound to become a romantic and loving figure of perfection, far from the reality of his true identity. But how do we get through it?
So a few people may have noticed that my beautiful blog disappeared today. A few others may have noticed that the page had turned into a website for a completely fictional restaurant (which looked pretty good!)
I’m nobody really. Just your average first time Dad who enjoys writing and wants to share his thoughts with the world.
Having a child changed me. I used to be cool. (Lie). The whole focus on life shifts from any interests of my own to purely being a responsible adult for the good of the little man. No more football on a Sunday afternoon… teletubbies instead. No more going to the pub for one too many… nappy changing to do. I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I chose to write a blog to put across my feelings and bring a little humour to my role as Daddy. A year later and the blog is still going strong, though not sure the same can be said of me! Robbie is now two and a half years old and is changing every day and getting me more new, exciting and slightly scary challenges as he makes he journey through life.
Day 38 of lockdown part 3, I think. I had promised myself that this time I would be far more productive and spend time getting my life in order, taking advantage of the extra free time rather than just melting further into my armchair.
There’s a definite theme occurring that I can’t help but dispute. Almost each and every time a member of the public stops to talk to Robbie, they refer to him as a ‘little angel.’ Of course, I always give the typical parent reply of “you should see him at home” or something along those lines.