The 13 hours night

If you asked me a couple of years ago, I would have said that half term for a teacher meant waking up late and do some planning. Unfortunately this year it meant waking up at the same time and chase B all day long!

On the last day of school I found out that the nursery was not going to keep the twins at half term. Despite them NOT doing term time only fees, they decided to do me a favour and leave them home so I wouldn’t have to pay for an extra week. Itself that is a great news and a lot of extra money saved, but they forgot to tell me, so it was an interesting surprise. I could not believe how a place that gives me a call to ask if T is allowed to drink orange juice instead of water, forgot to tell me about not keeping b the twins for an entire week!

I went from being happy about half term to be afraid of half term. I hadn’t spent a full day alone with the twins since they were 11 months old and DID NOT WALK. All of a sudden I was going to spend an entire week with two fully mobile toddlers. On top of that, I had no food as they normally eat breakfast, lunch and dinner at nursery. The week ahead needed a lot of planning…

Step one was deciding when to keep the boys with me and when to look for alternative childcare. Fortunately I have a small army of people who always offer to help, so I asked a couple of them and got some time for myself everyday I needed to work. Then we planned to go to see the grandparents for the rest of the week. To my surprise the plan worked. I don’t know if they behaved particularly well with other people or if because they were taken in small doses, but nobody complained about their babysitting experience with the twins. The neighbours actually brought them to the park two days in a row! I was amazed!

Step two was organising the trip to the grandparents  (3 hours journey). Despite the car got packed like we moved house, actually all I needed for the trip was a pair of ear plugs. When B started to scream at 50 miles from our destination, I was so glad I had a pair in my pocket.

Despite B screaming for hours in the car, despite T sitting on B and looking innocent and both of them having a high temperature, the week went pretty well. I almost feel relaxed now that I am at the end of it!

The best part of the week was Friday morning, as for the first time since they were born they slept 13 hours, from 7.30 PM to 8.30 AM. Both my husband and I could not believe it when we woke up after 8AM and realised the boys were still asleep. That extra 90 minutes in bed made my week! It is surprising how easy you can make twins parents happy… just let them sleep!


Being a mum means…

In the past 13 months I learned that being a mum means much more than sleepless nights. More than being responsible for another human being (or two). Being a mum is not as good as it looks in the movies, although I figured that out well before I got pregnant. It’s hard work and nobody has the courage to tell you how hard it really is. As a friend told me once, you learn on the job, every single day. But as all the best jobs, you can also have a laugh (or two). So what I really learned in the end is that being a mum means…

Having a bottle of Calpol on your bedside table.

Not being surprised in finding toothpaste in your hair after cleaning the twins teeth.

Finding queuing in traffic relaxing… As long as there are no screaming kids in the back.

Going to work to take a break.

Never have a break (unless you are working!)

Not being able to remember last time you had dinner without having to change a nappy half way through.

Realise half way through a hot bath that you used Johnson&Johnson baby bedtime bubble bath instead of your luxury bath salts.

Finding that your 8kg washing machine is tiny!

Taking a power nap at a red light.

Wondering why despite being knackered you can never go to sleep before 11PM.

Secretly stealing the occasional baby biscuit when no one is looking.

Having conversations about pooing, biting and teething.

Blaming teething for that is wrong in the world (yes, everything!)

Finding yourself singing “twinkle twinkle little star” while having a shower or going shopping.

Going to sleep at night and thanking God that you only had twins (not triplets!).

And after all of this, I am still looking forward to finding out what I will learn on the job in the next 13 months. I’m sure it will be amazing!

Not going out


Both my husband and I never been very interested in going out to pubs and disco and getting drunk on a Saturday night. So the fact that we have to spend every night in now that we have kids, it’s not a big problem. It might become annoying in December when Star Wars will be out and we won’t be able to go to the cinema, but till then we have a packed schedule of exciting nights in.

The regular schedule for the evening is as follow: dinner at 6, bath at 7, bedtime at 7.30. Leaving mum and dad time to rebuild the living room after the twinado has past (see War Zone post) and watch some tv.

Occasionally we have a spare 10 minutes between bath and bedtime. Those are the 10 minutes I wait for all day.

Yesterday for example, the boys decided to spend their 10 minutes high fiving people. I’m not kidding, the two little monsters were giving high five to each other, daddy and me and then laughing their heads off. The most energising 10 minutes I had in months. Maybe I should try that in my classroom “Now let’s all stand up and give a high five to the person next to you!”. It might work.

A few days ago, we let them loose upstairs so they started chasing each other (crawling) between rooms. One would chase the other into a room, then got scared by his brother jumping out from behind the corner and started to craw away. So the role was reversed. And so on till we had to stop them to put them to bed. Hilarious!

For their birthday they received two Trunki (a sturdy plastic luggage for toddlers), which they now use as walkers to move faster between rooms. We happened to have a living room with two doors, one that goes to the kitchen and one to the corridor. The kitchen is also connected to the corridor by another door, so if all 3 doors are open you can go around and around the downstairs floor. Fortunately only T has worked out that you can do a loop yet. Although I don’t think it will take B much longer to follow in his brother’s steps. At the point we will have the perfect Trunki F1 circuit. Please subscribe to this blog if you are interested in future tickets sale!