Today was the twins first swimming lesson. NOT i might stress, taught by myself as I definitely do not have the patience nor the inclination to do that! We joined David Lloyd gym about a year ago and never used it, only that random time every few months where I realised I need to do some kind of exercise if I'm going to carry on enjoying my secret chocolate club. Thats what I'm calling it now, like its not just me by myself in the kitchen late at night.
Anyway. The lessons are half an hour and its one teacher to four children ratio. To my surprise it worked out perfectly. Usually any sort of activity consists of military organisation and circus juggling skills. It was definitely the best way I have spent a Saturday morning for a while and I would certainly recommend to others. Just be mentally prepared for the trauma of the changing rooms afterwards. Even in a family sized changing room we, being larger in numbers that the average family, struggled for space. The best way I can describe it was, grabbing two children arms as the other two, looking like baby bambi on ice, slip and slide all over the place. At least I hadn't been in the pool too otherwise I know for a fact I would have been doing the grab-a-kid dance naked. I have never grasped the skill of tying a towel round me successfully and having it stay in place. That is going on my to learn list, as well as the saxophone, joinery, and knitting. (As if.)
Well good luck, the smiles on their faces are worth the sticky changing room floor, promise.
Lauren xx
P.s I wrote this in 2017 just never got around to posting haha
Sunday, 7 July 2019
I'm alive
Omgosh I did not realise how long it has been since I posted! The days are long but the years are fast right? So quick update...
I have gotten married, bought and renovated a house, all of the twins are in school (youngest twins are five and older twins are six) and I have a teenager. (Oh and I turned thirty but we shall whisper that.)
I find that every day is more challenging. When those well wishers come to visit you after you give birth and tell you it gets easier, they are LYING. I never thought I'd say this but I miss the days of having my four babies all lined up in their high chairs ready to be fed. All chubby and cheeky, mobile enough to have fun playtimes but not so much that I have to chase them all over the house.
But with growth comes new challenges which is exciting but I must admit I have been struggling of late. Everything has to be equal!!! All of the time. As they grow I must too I suppose. To teach them respect but not stifle their strong opions. To give them love but not guard them too close. Encourage and support them to give them confidence, but not spoilt them where they think the world revolves around them. The balancing act that we all face and we are amazing.
My parenting style is my children mean the world to me, but they are NOT my whole world. When I am feeling overwhelmed I make sure I take time for myself. Even the littlest things like setting my alarm a little earlier so I get ten minutes in the mornings has made me feel much more calm and in control. It can feel like I am alone in my little world with little or no adult conversation to be had until my husband comes home from work. I'm so excited to see him and tell him all the mundane things that have happened that day, while he just wants to be fed and left in peace to wind down. This is another balancing act that I'm not sure on how I'm doing either. I feel that at this point in my life I'm stuck. I suppose sometimes I can be too hard on myself. I must say that I am not feeling sorry for myself. I am so blessed to have five healthy children but is it wrong to want more? Even if I dont know what it is I want?
Maybe I'm just greedy haha. But life is for living and I will forever want to explore places and learn more about who I truly am so I can be the best mum I can be to my children.
So I am carving out time on sundays now for me. I will not feel guilty (maybe slightly) but I feel self reflection and learning can only be a positive. A happy mum means happy kids.
Lauren xx
I have gotten married, bought and renovated a house, all of the twins are in school (youngest twins are five and older twins are six) and I have a teenager. (Oh and I turned thirty but we shall whisper that.)
I find that every day is more challenging. When those well wishers come to visit you after you give birth and tell you it gets easier, they are LYING. I never thought I'd say this but I miss the days of having my four babies all lined up in their high chairs ready to be fed. All chubby and cheeky, mobile enough to have fun playtimes but not so much that I have to chase them all over the house.
But with growth comes new challenges which is exciting but I must admit I have been struggling of late. Everything has to be equal!!! All of the time. As they grow I must too I suppose. To teach them respect but not stifle their strong opions. To give them love but not guard them too close. Encourage and support them to give them confidence, but not spoilt them where they think the world revolves around them. The balancing act that we all face and we are amazing.
My parenting style is my children mean the world to me, but they are NOT my whole world. When I am feeling overwhelmed I make sure I take time for myself. Even the littlest things like setting my alarm a little earlier so I get ten minutes in the mornings has made me feel much more calm and in control. It can feel like I am alone in my little world with little or no adult conversation to be had until my husband comes home from work. I'm so excited to see him and tell him all the mundane things that have happened that day, while he just wants to be fed and left in peace to wind down. This is another balancing act that I'm not sure on how I'm doing either. I feel that at this point in my life I'm stuck. I suppose sometimes I can be too hard on myself. I must say that I am not feeling sorry for myself. I am so blessed to have five healthy children but is it wrong to want more? Even if I dont know what it is I want?
Maybe I'm just greedy haha. But life is for living and I will forever want to explore places and learn more about who I truly am so I can be the best mum I can be to my children.
So I am carving out time on sundays now for me. I will not feel guilty (maybe slightly) but I feel self reflection and learning can only be a positive. A happy mum means happy kids.
Lauren xx
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