It would seem I am a little unprepared on my journey of motherhood.
Who knew that when Twin Girl bought a letter home from her dance class inviting her to audition for a medal test that they really took it so seriously.
It would seem I am a little unprepared on my journey of motherhood.
Who knew that when Twin Girl bought a letter home from her dance class inviting her to audition for a medal test that they really took it so seriously.
My home looks like it was ransacked by aliens, my skin is pale, the laundry basket is neglected and is shouting its annoyance by allowing underpants and uniforms to spill out under the lid and thus mocking my incompetence. Last nights dishes are still piled in the sink growing a soft covering of fur on the remains of that evenings ready meal. The baby is sporting the heavy nappy look as I try to imagine contemplating the task of changing her and the twins look like they have been dueling with the Gruffalo as their faces assume a bruised look from the remains of yesterdays face painting.