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 girl
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
It’s a bloody Nightmare……
I have issues,
I know I have a little bit of ocd but was unaware of how much it defined me with my children.
I like things away and tidy, I like my wardrobe to be ordered and my shoes in pairs in boxes.
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.