I Am That Dad

Several weeks ago, on a morning much like any other, you know the ones, the kind when you are rushing around getting ready for work, the little one asleep upstairs, his grandma also asleep in her bed, and we were whispering to each other in the hushed, yet urgent tones reserved for tired and irritable parents trying to get out of the house to go to a job neither of us wanted to go to and without waking up the household in the process, all while still half asleep. That particular morning went something like this: 'Have you unlocked the door?' Nikala asked quietly. 'Yes.' I respond. 'What?' 'Yes, I've unlocked the door!', I hissed back. 'Ok. I need to get the change bag out of the car for mum.' 'What?' I ask. 'I need to get the change bag out of the...nevermind' 'Oh, the change bag. You need to get it out of the car for your mum remember', I whisper back. 'I know! That's what I said!' Nikala whi...

As has become somewhat customary, I shall begin this post with an apology for not writing more regularly. I actually have a number of half written posts that never made it to the light of day (or flickering light of an old monitor as the case may be), chiefly due to a simple fact I had previously overlooked, that being a dad is exhausting. Or perhaps I did write about them and have forgotten, as that is also a very real possibility with my soupy brain. Here are some of the topics I was going to write about but instead drooled in a corner: First steps / New shoes Summer holidays First flight in an aeroplane More water baby antics / getting his first swimming badge Learning to use a spoon / There is no spoon (a little Matrix quote there for you) The desperation of a parent on a road trip with no food and a starving toddler / My Kentucky Fried Shame Will we ever sleep again / I no longer have a bed. As parents we all eagerly await the next developmental stage for our children,...