The path was going well.
The path then went. Not sure where. Maybe this way.
No. Maybe this way.
“Dad have you got any idea where we are supposed to go”
Does it look like it. And with that I tripped over a branch went face first into the undergrowth.
“I thought you were a climber. Someone at one with the wild” – much giggling.
I am at one with the wild that’s why I’m currently kissing the ground.
“Bear Grylls would now shimmy up a tree to the top and look out over the forest to see the direction we should be heading.”
Not sure the trees will take my weight. Probably end up bending one over and launching myself like a catapult into the North Sea.
“Is it a Plane, is it a Bird or is it a flying muppet”
Finally we found a path and made our way home. As we walked up the towards the house.
“Dad can I have a cake when I’ve washed my hands”
Bugger. I knew I forgot something. Looking at my watch the cakes had probably been at medium heat for 3 hours.
Some days you just feel lost. Things go wrong. Life is hard. You feel so vulnerable. So fallible. Beyond tired. I’m not alone on that one. It’s human nature. It’s the parenting condition. We all have days/weeks/months like this. What’s the expression
You get good days and bad weeks….