on a very similar theme to my front room thread....

 

whats the fucks happened to our nice meals out?!

 

went for tea tonight with our peg,our pegs mum and dad ...and our 16 month old son.

 

normally a lovely night where me and the father in law lock horns in lager drinking and mixed grill eating and silently acknowledge eachother meat sweats ,whilst the women slag the rest of the family off,then we have the charade over who is paying the bill,when we all know in this little game of wills that the in laws will pay....infact,the card i 'intend' to pay with everytime is infact a morrisons miles card!...but anyhow...is always a pleasant evening....

 

tonight however,i feel like ive just been witness to an armed robbery.....ketih fucking moon would of been proud of the wreck we have just left that resteraunt in....

 

ice cream on the table,floor,high-chair,walls,ceiling,waiters face,my face,the mother-in laws face,and in my father in-laws eyes.

 

a spilled pint,a spilled coke,and more peas on the floor than a fucking frozen pea shop!

 

disgruntled couples and families behind us are out to enjoy a nice spring evening with a bottle of vino,now tarnished by our lad screaming 'hiya'...his one and only word,at the top of his voice whilst throwing chips on the floor...they smile,but i just know they are thinking 'i wish they would fuck off'!

 

then the tykes restless and its endless back breaking walks to keep him entertained and making waiting on staff come to a standstill whilst little lord fauntleroy parts the waves!

 

then i get home 9 miles away and realise we have left his bear,....ah yes,the dam bastard shagwanking bear...off i go to drive across town to retrive the filthy rag with a bears head on it.....

 

good times....

I've never been to the moon, but I reckon it's coldish.

I've not got bollocks but would imagine a kick in them hurts a bit.

 

Bollocks.

Right, so just so I've got this right. If you've not had kids none of your views and opinions on parenting cannot possibly be correct because you've not 'been there and done it'?

 

You're a defensive bunch you breeders...

 

3 pages, but finally.

 

This is correct.

3 pages, but finally.

 

This is correct.

 

But you've not been there and done it, you've only just started.

But you've not been there and done it, you've only just started.

 

Which is why you don't see me preaching to those with older kids....

You're getting opinions and preaching mixed up.

As Darren said, you're a set of hypersensitive folk you breeders.

You're getting opinions and preaching mixed up.

 

I know what irony is though...

 

 

I know what irony is though...

and sarcasm?

Do you get that pitying you look? I love that one. No honest, I really don't want one of those things.

More a look of confusion while they wonder what's up with me and why I couldn't possibly want any?

 

Have you ever watched Supernanny? Enough said!!

and sarcasm?

 

Now I am lost....

 

More a look of confusion while they wonder what's up with me and why I couldn't possibly want any?

 

Have you ever watched Supernanny? Enough said!!

we're freaks and Lezzers fighting human nature. . X

we're freaks and Lezzers fighting human nature. . X

That's what they'd have us believe.

 

I'll stick with my 2 cats thank you very much and practice my parenting skills on them which I happen to think are excellent

That's what they'd have us believe.

 

I'll stick with my 2 cats thank you very much and practice my parenting skills on them which I happen to think are excellent

You should tell the nosey fuckers you did once have a baby, but you didn't like it so gave it to some gays.

Don't get Smiffs going on that again but aye I might use that next time

My little girl's been to the vet and has come home with a lampshade, m stopping in with her tonight.

Parenting? I've shit it.

It's a truth of life, and Wanderersways, is that those with the least experience always seem to be the most opinionated

We always seem to get the seat in front of them on a 12 hour flight

 

Burpin, fartin, singing out loud, generally being restless

 

 

Sorry, kids