Sometimes I wonder if I’m just a little too honest with the boys. I’ve always believed honesty is the best policy and I like to know where I stand, I prefer a yes or no to a maybe.
It’s the Easter “holiday”. I use the word “holiday” lightly. The boys are in sports camp and Lee and I are still working. We also managed to move my brother to Weston-super-Mare, made possible by our best friend Joe who literally stepped in and saved the day by chopping up old furniture to go to the tip (the charity route had been exhausted.) As Lee rightly said, everybody needs a Joe in their lives. I think I need to whip him up a spandex super hero outfit, I’m sure his Missus, the lovely Lisa would like that! If Lee and Joe are doing a job together I try to be out, it isn’t good for my heart! They’ve hung out of top floor windows, laid on top of a shed roof whilst it was still being built, always giggling and with a beer in hand, not really up to health and safety standard, but definitely get the job done. Always knowing that Lisa is waiting in the wings for back up and to literally clean up the mess, she’s starting her own business, Squeaky Cleaners, you couldn’t match her to a better job!
We had an engagement party for Joe and Lisa, there was a lot of confetti, obviously we have 5 year old twins and they were in charge of decorations. The glitter got everywhere! So we put on some Sandstorm ( trance music with a kicking beat) and set the boys a competition to pick up the most confetti whilst the song was playing. They picked up quite a lot, but not as much as Joe and Lisa who were desperate to have a go, giggling and barging all the way. There was cheating, definite sabotage, but I believe Lisa won. We’ll never know as Harry grabbed hold of the bag and sprinkled it back on to the floor whilst we all shouted noooooooooooooooooo in slow motion. Bless him, he didn’t get the memo and was just getting ready for the next round.
Wait, I seem to have got sidetracked, but to sum up, Joe and Lisa are great!
So, the boys, honesty, well we were in Asda, I’d just finished helping Jon move in to his new home and grabbed the boys from sports camp to get some bedding to take back to Jons. It was 4pm and I hadn’t even had lunch or a drink yet (non alcoholic or alcoholic for that matter) I was holding on by a thread and a promise. Everything was a daze, the twinkles were being energetic and not listening, I caught another shoppers eye and heard myself say,
“ Ollie put the toy back, Harry you can’t eat eyeballs, both of you please listen to me and do what I say before I literally have a break down!”
Everything stopped momentarily, they may even have been tumbleweed, I looked at the shopper disappointed with myself only to receive a warm smile and a look of knowing and encouragement. Mystery shopper, your smile really helped me that day!
Somehow I finished the jobs, got the boys fed, bathed and in bed and my Lee came home from work with a bunch of flowers, a big cuddle and waited on me hand and foot until I fell asleep and snored like a banshee.
Nearly there, so close to shutting the door on chaos and having a bit of routine and time back. I wonder how long until I feel bored or start feeling anxious I have nothing to worry about!
Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx
A cheeky little Twinkle update xxx 