Dad dot info
Free online course for separated parents
Forum - Ask questions. Get answers.
Free online course for separated parents

Friday Night

Friday 5:26pm: 

I arrive home from work and glance through my front window. Nothing is in the same place it was when I left 9 hours earlier. Although I don’t see anyone moving it would be hard to pick them out amongst the explosion of toys, blankets an clothes. We’ve either been robbed or it’s begun… Adlai has ditched the nappies. Potty training has begun.


I tentatively walk through the front door. The smell of poo and wee stings my nostrils in a more powerful way than normal and I know the day may not have gone according to plan. I hear the patter of a running two year old and my naked son welcomes me home. He enthusiastically leads me to the garden. I stop briefly to assess the damage of the ground floor.


We arrive in the garden where I find a baby and an attractive lady who I instantly recognise as my youngest son and my wife. Adlai points at a potty and tells me how he wee’s in it now. In an attempt to encourage this activity we are awarding star stickers, You get one for a wee and two for a poo. Adlai has taken to putting these stickers on the potty itself, which reminds me of how football teams have stars above their badges for the number of world cups they’ve won.


I get a live example of how Adlai can wee in a potty now. Most of it ends up in the correct place and suitable celebrations ensue. Then it’s time for the sticker ceremony which, for reasons we won’t go into, should only commence once the potty is emptied.

I now say ‘do you need to wee’ several thousand times a day and help put stickers on damp potties – and that’s my life.

Related entries

Running to Beat the Chickens

Running to Beat the Chickens

On mile 23 of the London Marathon I was overtaken by a giant chicken. Let's just say, it was a low point… Looking back on my London Marathon ‘success’ I can only assume it was someone dressed up in a costume or perhaps some kind of hallucination. The lactic acid build...

Running to Beat the Chickens

Snow Day

On this day in 2010 I walked through the snow to visit my wife and one-day-old son at our local hospital... Due to various complications, my first born had a short spell of intensive medical oversight before being released into the real world. I chose the frozen walk...

Latest entries

Singing Dads are Super Dads!

Singing Dads are Super Dads!

Danielle Ballantine-Drake is a big believer in everyone being born musical and wants every child to feel the joy of singing from an early age. Often found hiding behind scarves, playing peek-a-boo she stopped by HQ to share her thoughts on the importance of...

Pin It on Pinterest