Grandad strikes again
This week my Dad came along to watch my son Gus play basketball.
It started off as quite a pleasant evening … Until it wasn’t.
This week my Dad came along to watch my son Gus play basketball.
It started off as quite a pleasant evening … Until it wasn’t.
I like to go to bed no later than 7.30pm but last night my son, Gus had an 8.40pm basketball game.
This throws my entire routine into chaos, not only for that night but also the day following.
I’m sleep-deprived, I can’t focus on my work, my training suffers and I’m just generally irritable….
My kids first school Father’s Day will go down as one of the best days of my life!
They were 5 years old at this stage and life was pretty hectic – not for them, they were living the dream, but for both Ben and I.
We were exhausted, as any parents are with young kids, and in desperate need of some time off…
This was a common phrase when my kids were little as they enthusiastically raced off to meet their neighbourhood buddies.
Then they’d stay out until it got dark and had to come back in for dinner… or someone got into trouble and had to go home … or someone stacked their bike, scooter, skateboard, fell out of a tree etc and required medical attention.
Last night I was trying to teach my kids the value of self-worth and why you shouldn’t compare your achievements to others… You know, the whole: “Comparison is the thief of joy” idea that is nigh on impossible to implement in the real world. This came about after one of my kids was dirty because
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