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

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!

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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?