I tried to relax. I failed.

imageSo no one is going to accuse me of running rancho relaxo at my house.

I recently confessed that I was always going to be a routine mum, and having twins just gave me a good excuse to use when other people gave me shit about the army boot camp regime that masquerades as the running of my household. I’ve Continue reading

I’m a routine mum

imageI am one of those highly irritating, plan ruining, visit inhibiting, clock watching, fun stealing, routine parents.

I like to pretend that I had no choice but to be a routine parent because I began my motherhood journey in a cold sweat at the obstetrician being told I was expecting not one, but two babies. At once. Together. Both at the same time. Continue reading