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 oldest daughter is a bouncing ball full of bubbling energy who flies through life experiencing a rainbow of emotions. She finds it impossible to tell a lie, her face becomes a roadmap of fibs which all end in the final destination of giggles, and she says some flipping marvellous things without ever looking to disguise the truth.
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.
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.
It has not been the best of days,
We are ready for Christmas, the presents are wrapped, the turkey is waiting for its moment of glory and the chocolates are waiting to be scoffed.