How I was nervous, worried, and not really looking forward to it......
That was until 3pm, when the phone rang. It was the Family Daycare lady, pulling out. She has a sore back and can't have them, at all. Ever.
I cried. Seriously. Real tears flowed. Like.a.baby. I am not joking.
Obviously, I was looking forward to the day of respite, more than I even realised.
Mother of The Year award goes to me, because I cried at the mere thought of having to look after my own kids for a day.
Sure I was worried, they are VERY clingy at the moment, and I didn't know how they would go being with someone else, but thats the joy of twins, they would always have each other.
But... deep down, I was really REALLY looking forward to a little break, some time with my big girl (she wasn't going to daycare) , just one day a week, just us, until the baby is born and she goes to Kindy.
I was going to go to all the shops you can't with a whopping twin pram .
All the shops you can't with twins with go-go-gadget arms swiping he shelves of precious goodies.
I was going to do a food shop, and not have to worry if the twin trolley was there, or being used by some old chook as a walking frame!
I was going to scrap a little, and craft a little with my clever Miss 3.
I was going to have lunch with my Mother dearest, and eat my food hot, uninteruppted!!
I needed it, THEY needed it! Max and Lacey have become quite clingy lately, and I am worried that when the baby comes, it will only get worse, and I just won't have the time or energy to try and satisfy 3 clingy , needy babies.
Daycare was awesome for Stella, she learnt to be her own little person, without me. I want that for the twins.
But... now we are staying home, in tracksuit pants, and playing, cooking and cleaning. And its raining! meh
|Just to make me feel worse, my kids are so cute!! Max has a new obsession with her Trike,|
and she was helping him ride it!!
And I feel guilty. As all hell. For feeling so disappointed.
I love my kids, all of them. The twins are sooo precious.
But they wear me out, I am worn out. I am 26 weeks pregnant and worn out.
I am craving some "me" time , before we have baby #4, 4 kids under 3 and half , and the mere thought of selfish time, will be a vast memory.
If only my sister and I could convince our Mum to retire!! DO it Peta!! You work TOOOOOO hard!
Or if the MIL was a little more, hmmmm helpful, offering? I don't know.
The truth hurts , but thats why its the truth!!
|Loving the winter sunshine, with her messy , gorgeous hair.|
|Absolute CHEEK!! How are those teeth man!!|
So, there is my whinge.
A big one.
Sorry , but I needed it.
Call me Liz, Whining, grumpy Liz!!
And dont forget the Nanna Liz bit too!! ha