Wow! That was a hiatus I hadn’t planned. Let’s see…all three kids with the flu, as in man flu. One with Parvovirus. One husband with an unshakable chest infection. And me with not one, but both flus of the season and a chest infection on top of it. I was the happy choice for the sickest and the longest. I don’t recall ever taking as much as a whole week off work nor do I ever recall being actually bedridden for three entire days (if you exclude Caesareans of course). We are happily all back to 90% health, apart from annoying coughs that are hanging on for dear life.
I feel like the world has changed since I last posted. For a start, the Newman razor gang’s axe is now hanging over our own heads. My husband and I, along with thousands of other public servants, do not know if we will have jobs in the near future. There is nothing we can do but pray, remain positive and keep working hard. The rumblings of public dissent are getting louder, and I hope that voice continues to rise and rise.
On a lighter note, the twins turned two today, at 11:29 and 11:30am (well, a week and a half ago by the time this is published). Two. Can’t believe we made it. I hear people say things like it all goes by so fast….well, no. It’s been sand through the hourglass for me, but day by day things have settled into more manageable, more fun, more sane. I am enjoying things a thousand times more than this time last year. I feel a huge sense of achievement actually, that as a team, my husband and I have made it this far. We have worked so hard and we have built a family. It’s been “beautiful in it’s ugliness” (to steal a line) at times, but we are still here! When the crazies are finally asleep tonight, we will crack open a bottle of bubbly and toast our happy survival (posting this well after the event, said bottle was opened, and, my husband not being much of a one for bubbly, was mostly consumed by me).
I reflected of course on this day two years ago, when I was as big as, not a house, but a three story apartment building. I recalled the letter I wrote to our oldest boy as the twins entered our lives and wreaked their beautiful chaos. I am happy to say that my fears that he would get lost in the bedlam have been allayed. The boys love each other and their relationships are lovely to watch as they develop. We are maddeningly close to shedding the remnants of babyhood. Bottles, pram, cots…your days are numbered but I dare not yet hope for the demise of the nappy. My deluded husband reckons we can start toilet training now. Despite the fact that twin two can take his own pants off (and regularly does) and frequently and repetitively says toilet toilet toilet, once we sit him on there, he thinks he’s there for his own entertainment and not for business. They are not ready and after my traumatic first toilet training experience which took at least a year, I’m happy to wait until they are begging for it. But heaven knows I deserve a break, after the walking early and the deafening noise and the twoness of them, if they could just be gifted at learning the toilet, I’d be most grateful. But I’m not risking it.