You don't win anything with kids

I have kids. Three of them. Tonight, one misbehaved so much, she ruined the evening for the rest of us. Just as she was being taken to bed, my son puked, voluminously, over himself, the sofa, the carpet and my wife. My wife took him upstairs, where he puked all over his bed.

Every week I have some time to myself which isn't taken up with working, sleeping and childcare. It's the five hours between 8pm on a Saturday night and 1am on Sunday morning. If I take all of those five hours, I wake up exhausted, at 7am, when the children come in. But you've got to live a little, haven't you?

So 3% of my week is my own. Except it's not my own, it's the time I have to spend with my wife, trying to remember who we are as adults.

I'm not complaining. I live a very privileged life. Having children was our choice. It has enriched, and aged us in ways that are more visceral and exciting than any record I've ever listened to, or drug I have ever taken (including aspirin).

As Bill Hicks said "the only thing we truly have is family."

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