You need this, that, those and some of them, probably or maybe not

As we go through life we no doubt end up with things that we really don’t need. When you do a clear out or move house you realize how much stuff you’ve collected over the years that are pointless. Things that take up space, stuff you thought at the time was needed but was only ever used once and junk passed down from generations to generations. Sometimes if you can sell it you can make a bit of money, one mans junk is apparently other mans treasure. At least they think so till a couple years down the line they are selling it on as well. Its an endless cycle of things we don’t need.

When the little one was born we had so much stuff. Stuff we bought ourselves, things bought for us and a lot of things people gave us. Anyone with kids will know its hard to get rid of things, so when a friend , colleague or stranger tells you they have kids, what a great chance to get rid of the things you don’t need anymore. Below is a list of the things that we found we didn’t need while she was a small creature. We were appreciative of all the things we got, whether we used them or not.

Do I really have to? Do any fathers really have to?

The people who know me know that I am child at heart, a big kid who really doesn’t want to grow up, like Peter Pan but without the tights, the knife and the lost boys. I have friends, who like me love to mess around and refuse to grow up, I mean why should we, getting old and being an adult isn’t all that. I know when we were younger we all said, ‘I can’t wait till I grow up,’ but then it happened and we were wrong, dead wrong. Sad times.

So when I keep hearing ‘Oh your going to be a dad, time to grow up then and be an adult.’ followed by a chuckle and a smile, it really gets annoying. I know some dads out there will agree with me but why does having children automatically mean you have to grow up? I know I mess around and have fun and play games still but I have grown up. I have a job (boring), I have a mortgage (drain), I am almost married (whoo hoo) and I have a sensible house (nice) but why does having children mean that it’s time to ‘properly’ grow up?