Parental Happiness is…
Exiting the house before 9am without suffering a sore throat from all that shouting.
Struggling into a pair of size twelve jeans without a five year old asking why don’t you buy clothes that fit?
twin girl
Day 26: Dear Teacher…
Summer holiday diary entry for Twin Boy Day 26 : unknown
Summer holiday diary entry for Twin Girl Day 26 : unknown
Summer holiday diary entry for me, Day 26…
the evening before the morning after
Its a strange feeling; from tomorrow onwards I am going to experience something completely alien to me and he who helped create them. From tomorrow onwards for two whole weeks we are going to be living with only one child.
The Battle of the Bathroom…
I glanced at my watch, I needed to leave the house at 12.45pm and it was fast approaching 12.10pm. My bag was by the door filled with its usual goodies ranging from nappies to wipes to excess loo roll in case anyone got caught short or had a sneeze of epic proportions. I was dressed, each of the children were dressed, we were all calmly eating Omelettes for lunch. In theory nothing should prevent us leaving the house on time; I even paused for a moment merrily contemplating the ridiculous concept that we may be able to start our journey early.
Then I made a mistake of great magnitude.
Disaster: a dish best served hot…
Lots of bloggers are quite crafty, or arty, or foodie. I am none of these things; in fact most days I would describe myself as a cynical blogger who frequently bleats on about stuff parents really shouldn’t share.
With this in mind I have decided to try my hand at a new blogging genre and introduce a recipe onto northernmum. I am a poor cook but somehow I manage to get this perfect every time.
A recipe for disaster.