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.
Well that’s another week over with and I’m actually pretty glad to see the end of this one. I’m not really that keen on being busy and things have been far too hectic for my liking. From Robbie waking up with a temperature last Sunday things went downhill pretty fast.
We’ve all been there, those uncontrollable moments of sheer rage coming from our usually cute little angels. Often caused by something completely trivial met with the kind of reaction you may expect having told them they will never eat chocolate again.
It may feel like we have been trapped indoors forever, but it has only been a few weeks. Our little man has already grown out of a few of his toys and the pressure is on for us to keep him entertained until the world opens up again.
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 have never been a religious man. That is not to say I do not believe in some greater power, I just have no idea what it is. Today though, we have seen a miracle on Good Friday right inside our own home.
Those that have read my earlier posts will realise that I began my career as Dad being a clueless intern. I’m now a little better and though I am not expecting any Father of the year awards quite yet, I’m certainly not the worst.
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.