When the twins were little I adored being stopped in the street by everyone who wanted to comment on my beautiful babies. So much so that I grew resentful when I would leave the house and people wouldn’t approach me in the street. I think I became a little obsessive as I felt people simply had to comment on how well I was doing and how gorgeous the little ones were and in retrospect I do apologise to anyone whose ankles I clipped with my double
I thought I would be full of blogging content this evening, virtually over spilling with amusing tales. However sitting in the passenger seat whilst he who helped create them drives the long journey back from the north to south all I can do is reflect on what a fabulous day I have had.
We have been at a christening, and for anyone who doesn’t know how my little angels usually approach religious ceremonies please click here to catch up. However my children were only guilty of award winning behaviour, and to disappoint me further all the children at the church were fantastically well behaved, including my beautiful new god daughter ‘terrific toddler’.
At 19 weeks pregnant and already the size of a pensioners bungalow I waited excitedly in the hospital for my first scan. I was tired of hearing comments on my size from everyone with an opinion, and was terrified that the sonographer would reveal what everyone was guessing, that tucked up inside my alarmingly sized…
I am handing in my notice.
I have been doing this job for nearly five years but to be honest it is time for me to hand over the ropes to someone else. The day to day job is ok but the hours are rubbish I always do twelve hour shifts at least and the occasional night shift.
I remember when we decided to have a baby, the batteries on the alarm clock had ran out and rather than buying some new ones, myself and he who helped create them thought it would be make good financial sense to have a baby which would guarantee we would never sleep past 7am again (ever).