Twins, triplets and more!

This week is TAMBA's Twins, Triplets and More week, promoting the launch of their new initiative, Get Ready for Multiples! The programme offers support to new and expectant parents of multiples, highlighting some of the challenges which lie ahead. Parenting twins or triplets is an incredible, rewarding experience where you really do get twice (or thrice!) the cuddles, but it can also be intensely stressful.

My children have gone feral

The pygmies have gone feral. You will be aware from previous posts just how traumatic this is for me, and will therefore understand how keen I am to rectify the situation. I am after all the original Nazi Mother, whose children walk to heel, fetch the gin bottle on command and stand obediently next to the television in order to change channels for me (the remote control having been flushed by the three year old some time ago).

Confessions of a Bad Mother

My nanny cooks for the children. When she prepares their food she makes extra child-sized portions and fills the freezer for the days when she’s not at work. When my husband’s working late and I can’t be bothered to cook, I eat them.

The children received more than their own body-weight in Easter eggs. I ate them all the same week. My husband didn’t notice until several months later when I told him I had rationed them and given the kids a small piece each day. He applauded my restraint.

Escaping the Lycra

I have an office on the third floor. It has a lock on the door which is handy for when I return from a run through the city streets and get back into my work things.

I'm pretty serious about running, and I train in the right kit. I have painfully expensive trainers and a lot of exceptionally tight lycra which keeps everything in the right place. Getting it on requires an act of contortion rarely seen outside of Chinese circus schools, however that is nothing to the struggle I have peeling it off my knackered frame post-jog.