“All my life I've been searching for something, …” as the Foo Fighters say.
But last night I had the Epiphany. There is no Epiphany. This is it. I’ve always thought I would wake up and have the magic solution. But it’s already here.
Toenail clippings on a spiders web
I had a potential trip to the doctors today (happily didn’t happen). A sure sign that my toenails needed cutting. As my mother always said, make sure you have a clean pair of pants and socks on and your nails are short — in case you get run over and end up in hospital.
Every now and again, it’s my turn to clean the bathroom and unblock the plughole in the shower — it’s full of hairs and soap.
For years, I used to blame my wife. Well, blame is not the right word, but I used to think that they were her hairs that were blocking up the plughole.
You’re having a bad day. You get a bar of chocolate. You get 2 more.
You eat them up. You don’t even remember eating the suckers as you are so wrapped up in yourself.
Maybe its better to save that one chocolate bar for a good day. Where you can sit back and enjoy it, and not fee like a guilty dirty dog afterwards.
These are my parenting thoughts of today. I was reminded of it whilst moving the little foot stool my daughter uses to stand on whilst washing her hands at the sink.
I remember bringing the little stool home. I think she must have been about 2…
Its not good for them. Your children. Your colleagues. Your friends.
Lack of boundaries and not being called to account are not good for anyone. But I dislike conflict. In a personality test that I took many years ago, it said “John hates conflict and will do anything he can to avoid it”…