Twin girl is, and I mean this in the nicest possible way, a total and utter wimp.
She shrieks at spiders, shudders at loud bangs and is an appalling poor patient when ill.
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I’m just a mum
I’m just a mum, one of far too many, all sitting in a brightly lit children’s play area secluded in the corner of the hospital.
The Horror: a lady, a back pack and a croissant…..
You would think I have learnt my lesson in life and know that boarding a train with two six year olds, and one beautiful baby and heading into London can spell nothing but disaster.
You would think that, but it would seem that I actually seem to have an enjoyment of getting myself into situations where my face starts to flush and my stress levels begin to put pressure on the ceiling.
I dont know if we can take anymore…
At times it feels like I am being punished by the big man in the sky.
Not content with sending epilepsy and ddh into my family it seems I have a new ailment to contend with. One that again doesn’t seem to have any cure.
DDH: Breaking my heart
My smallest child has the ability to emotionally destroy me, she can break my heart with a simple action.