In Defence of the Nap
I have started napping. Not often — once or twice a week, on the days when the morning has been particularly costly. I am defending this practice.
Physical exhaustion, fitness, and staying healthy as an older dad
I have started napping. Not often — once or twice a week, on the days when the morning has been particularly costly. I am defending this practice.
I could cook before children in the way that a reasonably intelligent adult can cook: competently, occasionally well, never with any particular intention.
Men of my generation were raised to regard a GP visit as a last resort. I am trying to unlearn this.
The glass of wine that used to be a reward started functioning as a coping mechanism. Those are different things.
Nobody mentioned testosterone during the antenatal classes. This seems like a significant omission.
I am not overweight by any clinical measure. I am, however, carrying about eight kilograms that were not there at 36.
It started with a pair of small shoes I bent down to pick up. My back disagreed with the motion.
I downloaded Couch to 5K at 7pm on a Tuesday and felt extremely optimistic about myself until Week 2.
There is a special type of exhaustion that only occurs when a child asks for one more story and you have already given everything.
We cracked Ellie's sleep at 18 months. Sam is 2 and appears to be nocturnal.