I’m closer to my mid 30’s than I am 30, I’m not athletic, I hate my body, I’m constantly tired, I told you I wasn’t perfect.

I still get slightly depressed when I see the likes of Beckham with a top off, and I look down and see the reincarnation of the stay puft marshmallow man, but hey, I don’t have £10,000’s lying in my bank or a personal trainer….. aaaand I’m depressed again.

What I’m getting at, is that I know I’m not the best of the best but damn, I’m trying my hardest to work full time, be a parent, a fiancé and still have some fun along the way, it’s just hard isn’t it.

I live with my partner, we have 2 of the (bias opinion incoming) BEST kids in the world.

Thats when they’re not crying, moaning, refusing to eat, running around naked, hiding our stuff, lying, driving us up the wall…. basically when they’re asleep, it’s great.

I can’t sit here and say that every day is a magical and wonderful, because I don’t want to lie to you.

Because of these 2 “fun sponges” (is a name I’ve given them) I now have more grey hairs on my head, chest, and other places I don’t want to mention, but would I change a thing? Truthfully, no I wouldn’t, as I wouldn’t be the man (the tired, fat, greying man) I am today.

Thanks for joining me!

Now before we get into anything, let’s clear some things up.

I’m no expert in parenting, or at life in general.

I’m not here to give any pointers, just here to share some experiences so you know you’re not alone. I’m here to get things of my chest, hey, I may even need some help myself, that’s what the voice in my head keeps telling me anyway.

I’m here to make some new friends, to talk about life’s ups and downs, to hear other people’s highs and lows and help out in anyway I possibly can, or bring people together.

Most of all, I’m looking forward to hearing for you all

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton