No not the movie, but real kids…they sometimes can really test you.

Me having 3 means I can get a whole manner of probabilities on how the fuck they will react minute to minute.

My young one…No3 son Dante…oh how apt that name is…this kid is either an inferno to himself, or I turn into to an almighty inferno when he gets to me….

I put it down to the fact that we are just to alike me & Dante…shit even Grandma says the same.

So for the past week, fuck since this yout’ came back from Scotland, he has been a little off his game. You cannot say shit to this Pup without him bursting into tears. To top it further it is those tears & noise that have been my alarm clock of late.

There is nothing like waking to the sweet sound a child’s crying, to make me wake full of vigour & joy at the commencement of a new day.

Yeah fucking right…people I want to tear heads of in the morning…I’m the fucking Balrog right now ha ha hah.

It is a phase, so do not let this put you off the joys of Parenthood, honestly…I mean it.

I can just can not wait for this fucking phase to end…I may end up completely insane, well more than I am now anyway.

I just wanted to share the thoughts of a Grumpy Man this Sunday.

Be well