I wonder who on here might know an exorcist?
Kev of course
Thereâs a fella in carlow, myshall I believeâŚ
Fuckin hell I thought I was alone in thinking that
Itâs not as bad as it sounds. Itâs a bit like a kick in the balls, excruitiating but wears off quickly enough.
Tinnion, what youâre seeing here is a few lads talking about the negative points, which are all temporary, mostly trivial. We canât really say these things out loud, so TFK is as good a place as any.
The positive points far far outweigh the negative. You spend most of your time with kids smiling or laughing. Or looking at them in amazement (How the fuck did he do that? I didnât know he could do that. He didnât know he could do that). They never cease to amaze me. Iâve watched my young fella grow from being a completely and utterly mental little fucker who couldnât sit still for a second (an absolute nightmare in shopping cemtres) to a funny, intelligent, caring kid (albeit one who canât sit still for a second, nightmare in the pub).
The first few years can be very tough, but jesus, it gets better and better very quickly. Particularly when they play sport.
I say most of these things out loud on a regular basis. You have to be able to vent. Itâs the truth and every parent goes through it so why feel the need to pretend you donât
Do you roar at the kids @Fran
I roared like an animal there this morning after the small lady rubbed butter in her hair.
I felt a deep sense of shame 30 seconds after.
Sometimes you just canât help it KP,but a good hug sorts it out fairly quickly
Punched the wall once in a fury with the eldest when he was a baby. Wife wondered for ages what the mark in the wall was, hadnât the heart/balls to tell her it was the ring on my finger wen I connected
I try not to KP but I do. My eldest told Mrs. Fran that I was a monster the other day.
She has also taken to saying âAhh for fuck sake daddyâ when she gets frustrated. She is 3
My one is seriously out with me after myself and the wife headed off for a few days last weekend. I was the one who dropped her off to the Grandparents and for a few days after we came home she wouldnât come near me. All I got was ânoooooooooâ. She has tonsillitis as well which hasnât helped things. Sheâs starting to come back around to herself now thankfully.
what if they are shit at sport?
Get a new one, they could always play rugby I suppose. No talent required.
You abandoned her, mate. Lollipops, Jellies and icecream should make up for it
Sheâs only 15 months.
Tuesday she hated me, by last night it had eased to mild disdain. Iâm hoping a weekend together now should see us back on speaking terms.
Fellas having a crisis about roaring at children. My father broke a chair over my back one day and broke a hurley off me another and it never cost him a thought. He knew he was doing the right thing by me. The mother was on constant patrol with a wooden spoon.
Holy Fuck. Did you ever talk to anyone about it?
My mother used to have a plastic tennis racket on the shelf above the range. It was effective.
Iâm sure you deserved it though