Diary Of A Bad Dad
So Baby T’s first Christmas has been successfully negotiated with the only casualty my bank account. It is now in such a state I may well put it on my CV when I apply for my job as debt controller at Peterborough City Hospital.
Baby T had a great time – although why mumhad to wrap up every single one of her presents is beyond me. Not that Baby T didn’t like the wrapping paper - she loved it, along with any rogue pine needles from the Christmastree.
It’s now only a matter of weeks before the next big milestone - Baby T’s first birthday. No doubt she’ll be inundated with yet more presents. I’m getting her some wrapping paper which I’m going to wrap in wrapping paper.
Mrs T is already planning the party. I’m already planning my escape strategy.
I suspect you’ll find me in the corner hugging the ( vodka) jellies.