I’m alone at the Jersey shore.
This week, the air conditioner saves my sanity, we discuss the local pool, my fashion choices have changed over the years and my oldest is sensitive about soccer balls.
This week, the kids see through my threats, my appliances are asked to do several jobs and the oldest is into bathroom calisthenics.
This week, the 6-year-old turns into Mr. Krabs, my current weekend parenting philosophy and one of the reasons I’ve stopped dating for the foreseeable future.
This week, I give women advice on motivating their men, the 6-year-old compliments me, and I discover the odd origin of the word Dad.
No matter how hard I push, persist, and plead, the 9-year-old isn’t a breakfast person.
This week, we play catch-up with some notes.
I’m taking a family road trip this summer. Our first vacation as a threesome.
This week, I discuss the random thoughts that make me laugh, keeping it simple and stupid and the kids go to civil war over an armrest.
Sometimes the internet is a teacher, albeit accidentally.
This week, I discuss trucks full of dead deer, letting kids fail, and the real reason online shopping was created.
This week, The Kid wants me to stop acting a fool, kid shows songs get stuck in my cranium and people think I stuff poop in my pocket.
In the notes this week, the kids make up words for bodily functions, the bank teller knows I’m taking change from my kids and vitamins are becoming the high point of my day.
I’ve met several people during my morning deliveries for the bakery.