Super Steve Earle
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Nothing will ever devalue or replace the love I have my children.
36 and 38 is old to have kidsThat was why I left it late to have kids (36 & 38). I had my teenage years, my twenties and most of my thirties going out having a great time, spending silly money doing stupid things but was financially stable by then with a nice house and a reasonable mortgage which meant we could still go out to eat regularly, go on holidays etc, but with my kids.
I was actually known at work as 'the Olympic Flame' by that time as I never went out with the people I worked with, I would rather go home and go out/away with the family than hang around a load of pissed youngsters (or worse). And besides Ibiza had turned to shit by the late 90's, full of complete tossers, so we only ever took the kids there a couple of times after that.
But the lie-ins go, you're right about that![]()
This categorically isn't true. As someone pointed out earlier, the birth rate is about 1.5 (and falling) and should be 2.1 to sustain the population (which it hasn't been since the mid-70s). So, we definitely should be having more kids.Not sure about the selfish point? Selfish for what reason? Surely it's better to make yourself happy and be happy. Also , the country and world is overpopulated....
This categorically isn't true. As someone pointed out earlier, the birth rate is about 1.5 (and falling) and should be 2.1 to sustain the population (which it hasn't been since the mid-70s). So, we definitely should be having more kids.
Mrs Gwylan and I did our best but couldn't have our own so we adopted two who had been neglected by their birth parents. Having kids is hard but having adopted kids is hard squared, they come with a heap of psychological damage - those teenage years were hell. But, despite all the hard times and the grief, I wouldn't have missed it for anything; the good times more than made up for it.
Oh, and I was nearly 49 when we adopted, so I'm definitely an older parent
My wife and I had seen 40+ countries, bought a home and had stable jobs before having kids. I was just shy of 40 when we had the first and now I go to gigs with my eldest and we all have lie ins on the weekend. And since COVID we've travelled again and with the kids - it's blooming marvellous. I think my wife fears being stuck with me when the girls have fled to university.That was why I left it late to have kids (36 & 38). I had my teenage years, my twenties and most of my thirties going out having a great time, spending silly money doing stupid things but was financially stable by then with a nice house and a reasonable mortgage which meant we could still go out to eat regularly, go on holidays etc, but with my kids.
I was actually known at work as 'the Olympic Flame' by that time as I never went out with the people I worked with, I would rather go home and go out/away with the family than hang around a load of pissed youngsters (or worse). And besides Ibiza had turned to shit by the late 90's, full of complete tossers, so we only ever took the kids there a couple of times after that.
But the lie-ins go, you're right about that![]()
Which is why I specifically highlighted domestic population. Yes, the only reason that pension provision in this country hasn't completely collapsed is through immigration. However, when we see several political parties looking to reduce immigration, this isn't going to be the get-out option in the future.You are only looking at domestic population. World population growth is still continuing and expected to grow by 2 billion to 10 billion in the next 50 years.
UK population is also still increasing albeit assisted by immigration.
Those are the little things that are so special(the vomiting that is) that I was on aboutMaybe I should answer another time...
My 4yo puked all over herself, her bed and me earlier. She the puked all over our bed, me again and the fresh PJs she had on.
She then puked all over the bathroom, herself again and me again.
She is currently curled up beside me in our bed, smelling of vomit. To be honest, I suspect I smell of vomit too.
I think she's empty, so the fresh sheets on our bed should be safe (though will still need a wash tomorrow).
Oh, and the 2yo was disturbed by the kerfuffle, so he is also in our bed.
What was the question again?![]()
It's a strange feeling, isn't it? The best way I can explain it is that if there was a Tiger in my garden attacking my wife, I would obviously do what I could to save her. But I'm pretty sure there would be questions popping into my head like "Is there actually anything you can do here?" and "Is it worth you both getting eaten when you could stay alive". Don't get me wrong, I'd like to think I'd do all I could, but there would definitely be a slight hesitancy in my brain. And I love my wife to bits. But if it was one of my kids in the garden in that situation, my brain wouldn't even allow me to even consider hesitating, I'd just run full pelt into it without a second thought. Nature is very clever.No one on this gods green earth brings me more joy, so much so it hurts me sometimes thinking I will not be with her all the time, and what the future brings her, I have never loved anyone as much
100%. My eldest had to take the first penalty in a shoot out in the semi final of a tournament last year in front of about 300 people. I have never, ever felt nerves like that before. It was absolutely horrendous. Made the Forest shoot out or England in the Euros final seem like a bit of fun. Looking back on it, I don't think I covered myself in glory with my reaction when he coolly slotted it home.Also watching your own kids do competitive sport is more rewarding and stressful in a good way than watching rich football players. I never thought I would say that but I much rather watch my sons games in some random part rainy cold Sussex than the Amex. Not to say I don’t enjoy both, but the nerves as your son and daughter play is just another level. It’s also got me interested in grass roots football I’m the wrong side of 40 but I love to get some coach football qualifications. It’s made me fall in love with football again.