I don’t mean for all my blog posts to just be a rant about my kids, but my goodness. Being a single father of four is just too much. They say it takes a village to raise kids, and that’s at the best of times. It takes an entire city to raise four children under the age of eight who all want to get up to mischief at the same time.
Take yesterday, for example, my eldest son decided that he was angry at my youngest daughter, and he wanted to teach her a lesson. To teach her that lesson, he decided that the best way to do it would be to flush her doll down the toilet. Obviously, I didn’t know that any of this was going on until my daughter began crying at the top of her lungs, and by the time I found out, the doll had already been flushed.
When I ran into the toilet it was overflowing and it became obvious that I needed urgent drain unblocking. Essendon is a great place to raise kids, but sometimes I wish we could just move to the countryside and I could set them free into a paddock all day where they wouldn’t annoy each other. Don’t tell anyone that I said that.
I love my kids to death but they’re taking it out of me. I now have to find the time and money to get a drain repair in Melbourne, which is known for being expensive as heck. When you’re a single parent you lack both time and money, so it’s just really hard.
I wish that my wife could’ve been here to help me raise our kids. She would’ve done a lot better of a job than I would have. She wouldn’t have let our son flush our daughter’s doll down the toilet. I wish she was here. I miss her.