31-05-2024, 01:46 PM (This post was last modified: 31-05-2024, 01:48 PM by Shanghai.) in response to #49999
Today: Gym at 5.45am, first one in there. No wonder everyone else is so fat and I'm a fucking God. Scrambled egg and toast for breakfast, ham and cheese sarnie for lunch. I just created and uploaded an Instagram story for the work account, I'm so down with the fucking kids. Twin 2 is teething so hasn't gone to sleep until 10pm last 2 nights, so if that continues I'll be doing fuck all tonight. If not, a cup of tea and finish off Clarkson Farm 3.
Saturday: Rest day, so go for a 3 mile walk, maybe get an egg sarnie from the cafe. Pop into Aldi for a few bits and bobs. Go round TCMS's, parent all day. Probably a big fat 16oz rump steak for dinner. Kids in bed, hopefully be able to enjoy a few cans of Tenant's Light (the carb conscious choice for real men) whilst watching the football, maybe watch a few of the fights over in Saudi but probably be too tired.
Sunday: Drive home, leave kids at TCMS. Take door off their room, put up a baby gate, remove their cot bars, ready for first night in big girl beds. If dry play some football in back garden with twin 1 as I've now bought a goal net for her to boot the ball into. She's got real talent, she'll go all the way. Bedtime may well be a disaster, so I probably collapse in bed a defeated man about 10pm.
Who else remembers when I was fun? I don't.
Saturday: Rest day, so go for a 3 mile walk, maybe get an egg sarnie from the cafe. Pop into Aldi for a few bits and bobs. Go round TCMS's, parent all day. Probably a big fat 16oz rump steak for dinner. Kids in bed, hopefully be able to enjoy a few cans of Tenant's Light (the carb conscious choice for real men) whilst watching the football, maybe watch a few of the fights over in Saudi but probably be too tired.
Sunday: Drive home, leave kids at TCMS. Take door off their room, put up a baby gate, remove their cot bars, ready for first night in big girl beds. If dry play some football in back garden with twin 1 as I've now bought a goal net for her to boot the ball into. She's got real talent, she'll go all the way. Bedtime may well be a disaster, so I probably collapse in bed a defeated man about 10pm.
Who else remembers when I was fun? I don't.