The Melting Pot
Jun
10
Written by:
10/06/2014 15:18
Month#1:
Despite the constant ongoing reminders that spring has sprung and the sun has finally emerged from behind the floods, I am still buried deep in the recesses of my office, laptop and printer whirring away at full productive pelt. At the bottom of each foot, I have a baby; each beaming at me from a low slung bouncer and each being rocked by a foot to keep them quiet and grinning in order for me to concentrate. I am temporarily glad I didn’t end up having triplets as I would have run out of feet!
Before the end of this particular day, I have to take the babies for their health check at the doctor’s, nip out to get a week’s worth of food shopping and hold a two hour meeting in our study to discuss marketing strategies for various clients. Oh, and the two elder boys have to be collected from school, along with their friends for a teatime playdate. I am in a huge hurry, as usual, and scurry off to the doctors as soon as I finish my current edit.
Our village is small and quaint. We love it. However, along with the cuteness of the village itself, lays a not so convenient tiny doctor’s surgery. The queues are always huge and the corridors are too small to fit a double buggy. So here I go again. The dreaded regime of parking half a mile away from the GP’s, transferring the babies into the buggy to walk to the docs’, then leaving the buggy outside the front door. I carry the babies in unceremoniously; one under each arm like a sack of spuds as there is no assistance to be found anywhere. A kind elderly lady leans across and looks at me sympathetically as I plonk myself down exhausted…. ” You’ve got your hands full there!” she says. I laugh and repeat my mantra that there are also two older boys at home to deal with. Half aghast and half laughing, the lady states “ I don’t know how you do it”. I’m laughing too, although it’s a mild form of internal hysteria as the truth is I don’t really ‘do it’! The house is a mass of chaos and always looks like a jet has landed through the middle, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. I always miss the payment date for the elder boys’ school dinners as it’s one of those things not at the top of the chaos list, and I’m forever sending Steve out to the shops to collect nappies I’d forgotten. We do, however, love our life and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Iif you liked this , see more about the twin pregnancy
Next Month:
The Twins’ Christening.
©Tessa-Lynne Davies 2014