Morning part 1

Well hear goes another day. After the amount of nappies

I've changed you'd think they wouldn't affect me? Wrong

the first poo of the day always gets me gagging I hate it

I've even thrown up while doing it. And another thing

being at home it's the little things you take for granted

like going to the toilet in peace how would you like banging

on the door or crying and as a man you need to concentrate

on what ever book or mag your reading.. Anyway feeding

time at the trough awaits ie breakfast so see ya later.

Introduction

I'm a red-blooded alpha male who for the past year has spent all my time at home looking after a baby (now 16 months). Much as I love the Mrs (who for the purpose of this blog shall be known as Molly), I'll be honest - I'm going insane - Molly tells me this - I range between self-pitying bouts of misery guts-itis to embracing the Mummy within, as I sing along at baby class to "humph humph goes the little green frog....". I think I might even have PMT.

Anyway. On advice from Molly, I'm going to attempt to stay sane by writing my thoughts and experiences down on this blog. Expect to hear a warts-and-all opinions about Molly's ridiculous job, my life as the only man in the "baby class" village, and my reminisces about the halcian days of driving a truck and sharing inpolitically correct jokes with dirty, sweaty, hairy-arsed blokes - rather like myself.