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Everyday experiences with twins. The ups, downs and downright unexpected.

Sports Day Part 2 January 24, 2011

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I dropped the girls at nursery this morning and it was wall to wall sobbing. The novelty has very obviously worn off, and whilst they have great fun when I’ve left them to it; whilst I’m in the building, they’re pretty committed to making me feel as guilty as possible for leaving them.

The blonde sits still on a chair with fat tears rolling down her cheeks and quietly whispers “Mummmmeeeeee”. It’s a cruel tactic. She looks so forlorn that I just want to scoop her up and pop her back in the car and take her to the office with me.

The brunette watches my every move and the minute I turn to head towards the door, she zips into action and comes staggering after me, arms outstretched. “Cuggle? Mummy cuggle?”, she shouts, before she too dissolves into tears.

It’s horrible and not altogether unexpected. They’ve been fine for the first few weeks and showed no sign of any distress. It was bound to catch up with them sooner or later.

I kiss them both and hug them tightly before reassuring them that I will return and that they will have lots of fun. They look unconvinced and desperate.

Saving me from my guilt-ridden thoughts this morning though was Luisa, their teacher, who stopped to remind me that it is Sports Day tomorrow. Ah yes, the Sports Day that the blonde refuses to take part in, and the brunette likes to be carried in!

“You need to pay at reception on your way out”, she tells me.


Don’t tell me I’ve got to cough up for their training sessions?

I hope there’s been some mistake but no, to take part in Sports Day, the competitors need to wear the specially printed Sports Day t-shirts. Of course they do.

30 dhs a pop and of course I need two of them.

I suspect that after tomorrow, they will join the Boogie Babies t-shirts at the bottom of the drawer, never to be worn again.

Unless of course one of them turns out to be an Olympic hopeful, in which case we’ll get it signed and framed and then auction it off to raise funds to pay for the nursery fees. Perfect.




Working from home January 22, 2011

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This week, working from home has taken on a whole new meaning.

In jobs gone by, working from home was a cunning little ruse to spend the day at home enjoying endless cups of tea whilst catching up with Richard & Judy.

Sometimes, it involved getting a haircut. Or taking the cat to the vet. Or even doing the supermarket shop.

It did occasionally involve actual ‘working’, but more often than not, any pressing deadlines were met with minutes to spare in the last few hours of the working day, or frequently, after dark.

But this didn’t matter. I’d had the whole day to myself, to footle around doing whatever I wanted to do, without the constant interruption from my team or my colleagues wanting me for meetings, or conference calls, or strategic planning sessions (no, I never found out what these were).

Anyway, this week, after two weeks in the office, I decided it was time to have a day ‘working from home’ and envisaged a similar routine.

I hadn’t reckoned on the twins. They’re not daft. Mummy may well be out of sight in the office, but she was not out of mind.

The first hour of the day was spent with them ramming the door to the office with their new baby buggies. Those poor babies must now be suffering from severe concussion having been thrown out of their seats and against the solid wood doors.

The battering of the door was accompanied by the occasional shriek of, “Mummmmmeeeeeee”, “Bayyyyyyybbbeeeeee” and I made the mistake of shouting back to them, telling them how nice it was to hear baby’s skull whacking against the door every 30 seconds.

The communication only served to fuel their determination to break in. Next there was scrabbling and scratching as they tried to prise the door open. Then sobbing, when they failed to succeed.

Our lovely helper Joy tried every distraction technique known to man, and eventually tempted them away to the dining room table with the promise of play dough.

All was quiet. The girls had seemingly forgotten I was tucked away just a few metres from them. They were distracted. And they were happy.

And then I realised my dilemma. One hour into the day and I was ready for tea. But I daren’t open the door. If the girls caught sight of me, we would be back to square one, fighting them off as I attempted to shut myself away again.

There was no option. I sat in the office, tea-less, and quiet, and realised I had no choice. I might as well get on with some work.

Working from home has never been so productive!


Sports Day January 16, 2011

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The twins have been at nursery for precisely two weeks. Well, when I say they’ve been at nursery for two weeks, what I mean is, two weeks have passed since they started. They’ve actually only attended 4 days so far, as they are only registered for Monday’s and Tuesday’s. So I was a little surprised to learn from their  teacher that they’d been ‘entered’ for Sports Day. It sounded selective, and surely after just four days, my girls haven’t yet managed to demonstrate any great sporting prowess?

Aside from the obvious lack of training time, is the fact that no one in our family is remotely talented at sports. My son has bags of enthusiasm, but sadly very little co-ordination. Twinsmummy is just the same, only without the enthusiasm.

I questioned Luisa at to what exactly my daughters had been entered for. She said that the brunette had shown great enthusiasm for the crawling race. The crawling race? Apparently they ask her to pretend to be a cat and she happily crawls along the track. It explains why she has blackened knees each afternoon at pick up and has taken to moving around on all fours at home saying “ow”. I now realise she is aiming for “meow”, but lacking a syllable.

The brunette has also shown interest in the running race, though sadly, she won’t stick to her lane and instead prefers to run towards the back door of the kitchen and try to force her way in. I think she shares my suspicion that the porridge is artificially sweetened and she’s hoping for seconds.

She is also participating in the skipping race. And for this, I am informed, she likes to be carried!

I stifled a giggle then enquired what the blonde would be doing and which races she had shown a natural aptitude for. I’m happy to report that she is following in the family tradition. She refuses to take part in anything and instead stands on the sidelines and blows raspberries. I’m such a proud Mummy.


Taking Tea January 9, 2011

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The girls and I have a new pastime, and a very ladylike one at that. We now “take tea” together. This stems from a Christmas present from my parents, of a breakfast and coffee set, thoughtfully made of wood to avoid any nasty breakages.

There are two tiny cups, a milk jug and coffee pot, plus various slices of bread, cheese and bacon to add to the proceedings.

The girls are really not that interested in the play food, ever since an early exploration of the new set where they discovered that wooden cheese and bread really isn’t all that tasty.

However, the cups, saucers and teaspoons, together with the wooden sugar cubes are a huge hit.

They sit down on the floor together and take it in turns to pour from the pot whilst making simultaneous “shuushhing” sounds. What these are meant to signify I have no idea, but it sounds authentic.

They also particularly enjoy stirring with their tiny spoons, and are extremely vigorous. Thankfully at this stage there is no liquid involved but I fear it’s only a matter of time before they are heading for the water dispenser, cups in hand.

Now the best bit of the entire performance is of course the drinking of the tea. Once poured, stirred and checked for sweetness, the only thing left to do is to drink it. And do they sip delicately from their tiny cups, fingers outstretched as if they were taking afternoon tea in company? Do they heck. My girls seem to think it appropriate to knock back their ‘tea’ as if it were a vodka shot, and have even perfected the satisfied “aaaahhhh” sound, as they slam their cup back down on its saucer.

I think we’re some way off a booking at the Ritz.


Big Day January 4, 2011

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So as big days go, this is surely up there with the best of them.

A new year.

A new school term.

First day at nursery.

And twinsmummy went back to work.

That’s right. Twinsmummy is back in the professional workforce. It’s a frightening thought. After two years of non-stop nappies and an unnatural reliance on wet wipes; I am back to being called by my real name, and to engaging my brain in issues moderately more challenging than ‘how can I disguise these carrots and leeks into something that my children will willingly digest?’ and ‘at what point do I admit defeat and accept that neither of my toddlers understands the purpose of a potty?’

I went to my new office for the first time this morning and tried to resist the urge to rock back and forth on my lovely comfy leather chair with my head in my hands. What on earth have I done? Surely this was a mistake? I’m not sure my brain is capable of intelligent thought processes any longer.

I spent the first hour hoping no one would ask me any trick questions (Are you lost?, can I call someone to come and collect you?, how many fingers am I holding up?)

I was introduced to my new team and promptly forgot everyone’s name and role which will surely be my undoing on day 2. I did however discover where to find a ready supply of caffeine, and even managed to find the underground car park, which given it is in the middle of a building site, was something of an achievement.

In what was undoubtedly an unfair move, I was despatched to a client meeting in my first hour of employment. I decided there was only one way to approach the situation and adopted my best confident grin and vigorous hand-shaking technique. They seemed to fall for it.

I left the office after three and a half hours feeling a mixture of exhilaration and exhaustion. I was elated to have survived, and towards the end of my stint, had even managed to contribute something. Whether or not it held any value I have no idea, but they want me to come back tomorrow so I can’t have totally disgraced myself.

As I arrived at nursery to collect the blonde and the brunette, I realised that being free of them for a morning had been really quite enjoyable. The big question was, did they feel the same?

There was no need to worry. I was greeted with cheery smiles and enormous hugs. They ambled their way out of the building clutching their new Maisy backpacks, waving nonchalantly at their new friends and carers.

We went home to big brother, and enjoyed celebratory  raisin sponge fingers.

Seemed to go ok. Shall we do it all again tomorrow then?