But first – a little update.

I’m sorry for disappearing for a little while. I’ve decided to take a short break from my blog as the last few weeks have been pretty hectic. The kids have finished pre-school, we had visitors, and soon we’re going away again for a short holiday. I’ve been kept busy writing magazine articles and ghostwriting for another blog. I’m finding it difficult to find the time to write with the kids under my feet, but of course my writing projects are a priority and I hope my blogging buddies will hang around and not forget me entirely. Oh, how I miss the routine of Montessori and having the mornings to myself!

I have a few new projects in the offing which I’m really looking forward to, and I’ve also signed up for an SEO course with Udemy and another writing workshop with wordpress. I figure I’ll complete these in the evenings when the kids have gone to bed. Come September, when the kids start school, I will take things up a gear and dedicate even more time to my freelance writing.

I do have the makings of my next blog post which I will share with you when I return (think fairies). In the meantime, here is a post from my limited archives collection.

Hopefully the sun is shining where you are. It’s raining in Tipperary.

See you soon, you bunch of bloggers…  :o)

 Just one of those days..

It’s raining outside and there’s nowhere to go. The kids are watching Monsters Inc. My house is tidy… Well, sort of tidy. I better make use of this quiet time. Here goes, blog post no.2.

So what’s life like as a stay at home mummy of twins? It’s fantastic, now that they’re nearly four I have time for all sorts of things, however the early days were a different story. I’ll be honest. Those first few months after the twins were born were really tough. With no family living within a few hours’ drive, coming home from hospital to a harsh winter, and a husband working long hours and weekends; it’s hardly surprising. However, I was lucky to have a kind public health nurse, who visited me regularly during the first six weeks. And family and friends were great; especially in the beginning I was inundated with helpful and curious visitors, all vying for a peek at the new arrivals.

Naturally the helping hands began to call less frequently, and in order to shrug off my cabin fever, I needed to learn how to go about my business with my little babies in tow. This was no mean feat, but I quickly discovered what’s important: industrial strength tummy-flattening knickers (obviously!), comfortable shoes – as I spent all day on my feet, a large and robust over the shoulder change bag for carrying absolutely everything times two (think Mary Poppins), plus dry shampoo, and a nice bottle of perfume – because a quick spritz can do wonders for your self-esteem when you’re not feeling all yummy mummy. However, my most important discovery was figuring out which supermarket provided something I had previously taken no notice of – an abundant supply of twin trollies; thoughtfully placed next to extra-large parent and baby parking spaces. A lack thereof can make life needlessly difficult, especially when you’re having just one of those days…

On a rainy day like today, after a morning of preparations and a few false starts (poopy nappy just as I started the car engine! Argh!) the babies, myself and the Mary Poppins bag finally arrived at a supermarket to do the weekly shop. I slowly drove past all the trolley bays in the three-storey car park searching for a twin trolley and a parent and baby parking space, while traffic was backing up behind me. I thought the indoor car park would make my life easier on that rainy day, but unfortunately so did everyone else. Feeling a little prickly, yet not disheartened, I settled for a minute parking space and struggled to move the babies from the car to their double buggy safely (in the rain!) From the rooftop car park, we trudged down two escalators, passing a myriad of shops to arrive at the high-end supermarket and yet another trolley bay devoid of twin trollies. I found a manager whose only explanation was that all their twin trollies had gone missing? There’s a twin trolley thief on the loose! Can you imagine?

As you can probably guess, my stress levels were rising. I’d had enough, and the prospect of returning home empty-handed after so much effort didn’t help matters. I actually didn’t make a fuss – I didn’t have the energy. I suspect my wide-eyed look of bewilderment spurred the manager into action. He attempted to placate me with promises of a new trolley, locked up in a store room for my sole use. The saga he proposed was ridiculous. To acquire the trolley I would need to go to customer service, request a manger to collect the trolley from the store room, swap the trolley for the buggy, and when I had finished shopping I would need to find a member of staff to fetch my buggy from the store and push it back to my car. Unfortunately the manager couldn’t see why I didn’t find this logistical nightmare appealing. My request of ordering more twin trollies and placing them next to the mother and parent parking spaces was met with an apathetic ‘we can’t make any guarantees’.

I ploughed my way through the supermarket, hunting down only the essential items which could be balanced on the buggy canopy. That night I managed to cobble together a dinner from the contents of the kitchen cupboards. The next morning I had to go through the entire rigmarole again, except that morning I had better luck at another supermarket, finding both a twin-trolley and a large parking space right away! I was in heaven.

Unwilling to endure the stress of another fruitless trolley expedition, I didn’t go back to this supermarket with the twins. Since then I have only visited when flying solo, and on those rare occasions it can be a very pleasant experience! Today and only two years on, I see great advances have been made in the supply of twin trollies to all my local supermarkets (probably thanks to encounters with myself and numerous exasperated twin-mummies!) I notice they all have at least a dozen twin trollies lined up at the entrances… right beside the parent and baby parking spaces. Is it my imagination?.. There seem to be twin trollies and parent and baby spaces everywhere I look.

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Categories: Twins!

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