It’s been good to spend time with the kids this half term; as someone who works from home, but also has to look after small children for most of the day, there are always times when I find myself saying ‘Go away, I’m busy’ and feeling torn between getting work done and being there for the kids. It’s tough, especially when my commitments as a performer mean I have to go out in the evenings more, often travelling long distances, so sometimes I don’t get to say goodnight to them at bedtime. Because of that, I’ve dropped some work this half term to just hang with the kids and my husband ... that’s one reason I’ve been blogging less over the past few days.
And the kids wanted to see themselves on the net, so here - by popular request - are my twin sons Morris (in the stripey top) and Dylan. They are three and a half now, but these pictures were taken by me last summer in the Isle of Man, when they were just three.
2 comments:
They're beautiful - I can understand you wanting to spend some time with them.
I have twin boys too (they're six next week). They say it's hard work having twins - harder than having the same amount of children of different ages. I don't know. I've never had children of different ages (and I don't intend to either!).
It's hard juggling the family with the job. Plath (my heroine) knew this only too well as she wrote in `The Bell Jar' - it seems like we're in good company!
`I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig-tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor...and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.' [i]Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar[/i]
Yes, thank you, I think my boys are beautiful too. But then I think all mothers think their kids are beautiful, even when they are quite plainly the opposite. Especially babies. There are so many ugly babies, fat and drooling and grossly red-faced, with mothers cooing over them, saying 'who's my beautiful baby?' and you just think, ugh, get some perspective! But my boys are beautiful, lol.
Twin boys too, huh? It must be going round. It's funny, I never noticed twins before I had them, now they seem be everywhere. It's like buying a particular make of car or style of dress and thinking rather smugly that it's quite unusual, and then suddenly ...
I have three other kids to add to the boys. It can get a bit like the Family Von Trappe at times, especially Christmas or when friends visit with their own kids. But my mother had five as well, so I'm used to it. Noise, noise, noise and more noise ... just as well the house is detached.
Nice to hear from you again, by the way.
Jane
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