Category: Life

Sweaty Story Time

I have been mulling over what to write for the next post and not having arrived at anything, I thought just start writing. Yesterday was Monday and we managed to make it out the door early to head into Balham. We are members are Bertie and Boo Adventure Island (soft play café), a generous gift from Grandma and Grandpa. As we were early, we were in time for story time at 10:30. This was just wonderful except for the fact that I was running after twins, making sure they are in the same area and not injuring themselves, or other children.  

Austin and Aria climbing the Pirateship softplay

Typically, this looks like me herding them into one side of the play are through a gate. O wait, everyone leaves the gate open that separates two rooms making a hard job harder. Once we in the same room Austin will enter the soft play structure from one side and Aria wants to go in the bottom. They only 16months and are running around so I tend to be in there with them to make sure they are safe. Austin still walks up to the top of a side and often forgets to sit down. Once before, I needed to fling myself through a soft play to get to him before he dove headfirst down the slide. Leave them they say, they will be fine they say… 

In the story time room both my little ones are walking around, Aria tries to leave the room and Austin is climbing into the area where all the toys have been stacked to make space for the class. Once everyone is inside, and the door is closed I can breathe. When the class starts there is singing, and Austin sits on my lap while Aria happily joins in and stands with the other children. This is when I realize that on my T-shirt where the waist is, I have a nice big sweat stain from all the running around! You know that cringe feeling inside? I do not embarrass easily but a sweat stain when everyone else looks fresh or at least sweat free. 

I hold onto Austin where he is blocking some of the tell-tale wet patch, luckily, he is so bemused that he just sits and stares. 10 minutes from the end he starts to moan a bit, nothing that would normally cause me to exit, but I am relieved and scoop up Aria in my arms and head out so I can pop them in the pram and leave. 

Now maybe no one noticed and maybe they did and thought nothing of it but for me it just felt horrible. Let’s not judge others for we do not know how much running around is required to see them where they are not losing their shit. 

Essie, on mute nail colour

On happier news Mamma also popped to Boots to buy some nail-varnish, only Essie had the colour I wanted so had to treat myself. The first time since having the twins I painted my nails and didn’t smudge them, winning! This all achieved while still doing all the normal duties.

Please let me know of any cringe moments you have had. #We are not alone.

Not all days are great

Not all days are great, and I did say I would share a spectrum not just the shiny ‘display’ days. Sometimes you have curve balls and add teething or ‘testing their emotions’ babies and you can be left feeling like you’ve been on a bender. We all remember what that feels like right? And I don’t mean in a good way either. Drained, at your wits end but still needing to be the best you for your children. 

For some added welly we are currently having a dry month and have been doing so since the 25th of January, in case anyone thought I chose a short month. We were in South Africa for most of January so there was nothing dry about that, but I digress. 

This morning we woke up a little early, pleased to announce after a full night sleep. Feeling ready for the day I did all the morning duties and even got to them earlier than usual. We took a walk to get to a playgroup for 10:30, only to find out that it is not on over the half term and I missed the memo. Aria had fallen asleep while Austin was still awake, no worries, right? We will get home, have lunch, Austin will go down and Aria will go down a bit later. 

Not so much. Austin went down a dream but I tried to get Aria down too soon. She woke Austin and my plans of spending one on one time with them both went down the toilet. Austin was emotional, and I took his dummy away as we only give it to them when they sleeping. He has been more attached to his lately. Austin now slithers down on his back and lies on the floor crying when ever things don’t go his way. This reaction happens when I leave the room and he can’t, when he wants to snatch a toy from Aria and I don’t let him, when he wants to chew on a tube of cream or anything, I deem dangerous or not suitable. There are probably more but I’m sure you get the picture.  

I proceed to try distracting them with offering snacks (in case they are hungry), water, cuddles, games, singing, another nap. Phew at this stage the crying/ steam has left Mom2 feeling drained and just open the baby gate so they can roam but this leads them straight to the kitchen, a den of danger. Austin is so happy he virtually skips to the larder were their plates and spoons are, so I close the larder. I put them both in their high chairs while I finish dinner, soy and honey chicken breast and steamed broccoli and peas. Opening the larder to use the microwave, yes I use a microwave, and crash the Pyrex dish I use to make their oats shatters into so many pieces. Breathe it was not their fault, well it was but will not get upset they are babies. 

Dinner is going well when Austin starts pushing everything away, he has had enough so I take him out and go to brush his teeth and leave him in his cot, with dummy, while I brush Aria’s. I dress Austin in PJ’s and take him to the lounge, bring Aria and her PJ’s to the lounge and pray for the strength to get to bedtime.  

After I have put Aria’s pajama’s on, they both seem happy with their environment and also take turns to sit on my lap and give me cuddles. Aria brings a book for me to read to her, Austin patiently waits till she leaves and then takes his turn. At bedtime I feed them both a bottle of milk and after burping Austin and giving him his dummy, he comes forward to give me a kiss, with dummy still in. It’s like he said:’ you did okay today Mommy, I love you’. My heart melts but surely that’s not what he meant, then he does it again and I ‘hear’ the same thing. Happiness is. 

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