Six kids.
That is a lot of little legs.
Its also a huge amount of noise.
Its also the number that he who helped create them and I had entrusted to our care from ten am saturday morning until two pm sunday afternoon.
twenty eight hours…
twin boy
I am being made redundant….
Being a BOTTOM* is hard work I’m finding.
Let me talk to you about separation anxiety. The most agonising thing for a parent to endure as you leave the house and your baby holds our their arms to you and wails sorrowfully as you exit stage right to earn some pennies.
Well this is what I have been told about separation anxiety; I have yet to flipping experience it first hand…
tap dancing through a thunderstorm
I am trying to find the happy today, my maternity leave is finally over after a rather splendid year with the small ones and I just can’t help but feel a little glum.
Actually for the last two hours or so I have felt pretty darn miserable hugely exaggerating
Flabbergasted: Political Poo….
Its looking like Twin Boys best career option is to go into politics. Not my first choice for him but apparently it can be lucrative so I should be able to look forward to a decent level of sheltered housing when my mummy madness progresses into senility.
I Have A Huge Head…(pictures included)
I have no love for children’s parties, especially ones that I am in charge of. Hence why it was a bit of a result when I realised that by having twins I have cleverly managed to avoid having separate parties for my eldest pair. I am sure the day will come when my girl and boy are no longer satisfied with sharing their birthday fun but for now the fact that I only have to host one party for two children gets me through the birthday blues…