Its a strange feeling; from tomorrow onwards I am going to experience something completely alien to me and he who helped create them. From tomorrow onwards for two whole weeks we are going to be living with only one child.
I am writing this nestled in my childhood home. I drove over two hundred miles, three motorways and lots of A roads to bring Twin Boy and Twin Girl to Nanny’s house to leave them for two weeks to go on their holibobs with their grandparents.
The thing is; the night before I am due to pack my bag and take BB with me back to the south I have suddenly realised that I don’t want to leave my oldest pair. For all they drive me crazy and will ultimately be responsible for my premature descent into madness I completely, totally, and utterly adore my children and to not see them for a fortnight seems like a really long time.
Despite visiting every farm and zoo in the South of England we still have so much to do before school swings round again. We haven’t finished our spaceship or started Twin Girl’s fairy house or got round to burning any Butterfly Buns.
In order to ensure I actually manage to leave my nest in the north tomorrow and head back to my southern ranch I have forced my brain to think rationally about the benefits of having two weeks with only one baby…
1. I will not have to hear the question why repeated incessantly a hundred times a day.
2. The only backside I will be wiping in the toilet will be my own; unless something goes very wrong with he who helped create them’s bowels…
3. I won’t have to share my smarties….
4. I will be able to catch up with Kathryn Stockett not Roahl Dahl.
5. I will be able to go for fourteen days without making the noise “shhhhhh” once.
6. The only sandwich I will be making is my own; in fact sod it, I may go crazy and take soup to work.
7. I imagine I won’t hear my shouty voice for a while, unless he who helps create them persists in keeping the loo seat up.
8. The carpet on the naughty step will have a bit of time to fluff back up.
9. I can have a sabbatical from the soft play centre and be a yummy mummy again with my ‘one’ bambino
10. No cbeebies for fourteen sleeps, goodbye fireman sam, hello Celebrity Big Brother! (Sorry)
So lots of reasons to be cheerful, but still my heart is aching.
I’m going to miss the twins…