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Are you a yummy mummy or a slummy mummy?

11/06/2013 | posted under: All Things Twins

Taking twins on a self catering holiday to Cornwall
Should we stay or should we go? To relocate in the UK or move to Australia

Lately I’ve been feeling a teeny bit inadequate.  OK, it only lasted a few seconds but it’s the thought that counts. It’s because I’ve been reading lots of blogs and also chatting to other mums with kids of a similar age. Everyone else seems to constantly be doing craft, messy play or baking beautiful cakes, and they all seem to have children wearing nicely pressed clothes, with perfect hair. Other people’s  children don’t watch much TV, they eat their vegetables, brush their teeth before bedtime (without brute force) and play really nicely with other toddlers (without trying to sit on their heads or roaring at them like a dinosaur).

T2 left, E and T1 right.

T2 left, E and T1 right.

I’ll let you into a secret, *whispers* my kids aren’t perfect and neither am I.

There are a few seconds here and there when they might have combed hair, but usually within a couple of minutes this has been messed up as they’ve raked their yogurt covered hands through it.

They might start the day with clothes that are clean and smart (although these haven’t been ironed, as I just don’t do ironing) but within about ten minutes they’ll have felt pen on them, splatters of milk down their fronts and grass stains on their knees.

They can often be found wearing their shoes on the wrong feet, wearing swimming trunks instead of pants or with their t-shirts on inside out. I try to keep up with redressing them but they often decide to get themselves changed when they go upstairs to the toilet and I don’t always notice.

I can’t for the life of me get my boys to eat proper food unless I make it green (by covering it in pesto) or give it a silly name like worms (spaghetti or noodles), tomato ketchup soup (tomato soup) or flat sausages (homemade beef burgers). 

They eat biscuits and drink squash. It’s something I never intended them to do when they were tiny, but thanks to other people around me giving it to them regularly it got out of control and now they refuse to drink water and demand biscuits all the time. Now I’m just waiting for their teeth to drop out and for the dentist to tell me off.

T1 is a bit of a bully and can often be found sitting on T2’s head. No amount of putting him in the naughty corner seems to solve this. T2 hits back and then I put him in the other corner. When E gets bigger and joins in I’m going to be all out of naughty corners in my living room. I may be forced to move the sofa to create another one.

And that’s just them!  I’m much worse…

My living room usually resembles a bomb site and I tend to leave it that way until after bedtime. What’s the point of clearing up every five minutes when they’re just going to empty their toy boxes back out again?

I keep on top of my washing pile, but my putting away pile regularly towers over Mt. Everest. Usually I only tackle it when it’s about to topple or we’ve run out of clean socks, whichever comes first.

In winter, I wear a hat for the preschool run so I don’t have to waste time brushing my hair before I leave the house.

In the morning I tell the boys it’s still night time so I can stay in bed a bit longer. It usually nets me another half hour before they are standing at the stair gate in their room screaming at me “Mummy, it IS morning” (yes, I have a stairgate on their room still even though they’re three. It’s an essential piece of twin mummy kit).

I frequently use the white lie that if they don’t do something I want, they won’t go to preschool. Of course this is a lie as I would send them anyway, but because they love going so much they turn into angels the second I make the empty threat.

So there you have it. I’m officially declaring myself a slummy mummy. I promise you won’t find me wearing full make up with high heels on a week day (or a weekend for that matter).  I promise I won’t proudly boast about the amazing hand puppets I made with my children (I can’t sew on a button, let alone make a puppet). I promise that if I do bake with the kids whatever comes out of the oven is likely to look rough round the edges and my kitchen will come out of it far worse than you could ever imagine. But do we have fun together? Hell, yes.

Me looking a bit more glamorous than usual, just to prove I can scrub up if I want to. No trainers or jeans in sight!

Me looking a bit more glamorous than usual, just to prove I can scrub up if I want to. No trainers or jeans in sight!

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Comments

  1. JackieK_ says

    11/06/2013 at 1:24 pm

    You are definitely not alone! I’m a twin mum too (2 girls now 7) and did things much like you. It’s too hard otherwise!

    • TalesofaTwinMum says

      11/06/2013 at 7:55 pm

      It is hard! I don’t remember being quite so slummy before I had three kids but I’ve never been one for ironing or putting washing away! x

  2. chicachicababies says

    11/06/2013 at 6:23 pm

    Fun is more important than pressed clothes! And having a good relationship with your children is more important than even the teeth! (dentists wouldn’t approve of my lack of brushing my twins’ teeth…they’re just so wiggly and I tell myself that we’ll figure it out one day…).

    The crafts….like we need anything else to “do?!”

    • TalesofaTwinMum says

      11/06/2013 at 7:00 pm

      Mine have actually started brushing in return for stickers which add up on the chart to sweets that will then rot their teeth which in turn means we need to brush more! Hey ho. And as for crafts – exactly, our lives are so busy without trying to pick up glitter off the floor too! x

  3. Dawn Frazier says

    11/06/2013 at 8:08 pm

    Sounds very much like me! I kept the stairgate on my girls bedroom door until they could physically open it themselves! I’m not really a cake baker either. Thank goodness for Aunt Bessies 🙂

    • TalesofaTwinMum says

      26/06/2013 at 7:21 pm

      Thankfully mine have never tried to open it. It’s staying on until they do! x

  4. Stephanie (@steph_baybee) says

    11/06/2013 at 8:34 pm

    Ah great post!! Life is much more fun when you don’t stress about things that don’t really matter! The house looks like a bomb goes off everyday, stair gate stayed on bedroom till the girls were 3.5 and I love the winter when you can just chuck on a coat and no one can see whats underneath!!

    • TalesofaTwinMum says

      26/06/2013 at 7:24 pm

      🙂 I only stress when somebody turns up unannounced and I have about two seconds to attempt to shove everything behind the sofa! Maybe having twins made us all chill out? I never used to be this messy. x

  5. Suzanne Taylor says

    21/06/2013 at 8:40 pm

    Twin mum + one too, stairgate at bedroom-Genius!!! I too use the pre school threat and again a totally empty threat . That is the time I regain my sanity, I would NEVER sacrifice it. Great blog made me chuckle

    • TalesofaTwinMum says

      26/06/2013 at 7:25 pm

      Yay, I’m glad it’s not just me. I’m thinking of keeping the stair gate til they turn about 15 and start climbing over it. Thanks for reading. x

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