The Potty Diaries is unashamedly a 'mummy' blog.
It's mine, mine, all mine, but every now and again 'the Daddy' does get a mention. In spite of the fact that he features on this blog only when he's on best or worst behaviour, in reality he's always there - even if often from long distance - and it strikes me that I don't often acknowledge this. I sometimes wonder if he feels a little uninvolved on the rare occasions that he checks in here, with The Potty Diaries' tales of small boys and their harrassed mum, and only the odd guest appearance from him. There are probably hundreds of men out there who might feel the same, watching their partners tap tap tapping away on the keyboard, recording and commenting on daily life, rewriting history (at least in my case) with themselves as the star... (I'm ready for my close up, Mr Demille. Or I will be when I've tidied away the toys, straightened the duvets, done the shopping & laundry, scraped the dried-on peas off the floor and got back from the school run)
But it's Father's Day soon, and here's a chance to show them that we do care (despite regular complaints about tissues in shirt pockets shedding all over the rest of the laundry, or wish-lists that include dirty plates and used coffee cups actually making it into the dishwasher rather than just lurking plaintively on the kitchen top...). Tara at My Child e-mailed to tell me about a competition she's running to show much dads are appreciated. She writes: