This evening is my last evening of solo parenting the twins (assuming that flights and trains all work tomorrow). I did have a bit of a break as I was in work Tues-Thurs. I am fairly sure 5 straight days of childcare-free twin life would have me very worn down right now.
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| Avoiding the heat at the museum on Monday |
I also had the brilliant plan to ask our nanny to stay late on Wednesday so I could try a new sport class with my evening gym buddy. She really wanted to try pole fitness, which started at 6pm and was half an hour away, which obviously meant it would normally be impossible. But with extra evening childcare I was able to try the class with her, and stay on for a flexibility class after.
I know I just glossed over the whole "pole fitness" class... because it was actually pole dancing. I love climbing things and being upside down, and my friend loves dancing. I hate dancing, have no rhythm, and am super uncoordinated in everything I do. I thought this might be a fun fitness thing to try, but it was actually 100% dancing and no climbing and no being upside down. Although I'm not into dancing, I am into having a break from twin bedtime, so overall the evening was a total win.
Because of bed transition and some prologued bedtime shenanigans evenings have been somewhat short, but I've managed clean or tidy almost the whole house this week. I go back and forth between "it will all be a mess again in no time" and "I just love a clean house in the evening". I also bought myself a 4 pack of mini Haagen-Daz ice creams which have been a delight in the evening (it's been upwards of 80c each day... hot!).
I did manage to sort the art pile:
I found art from February in there. I know that it doesn't look like a massive pile, but when I started unpacking there was a lot there:
Tomorrow is recycling day so I can even get the art recycled and out of the house before kids get home. I also sorted Ezra's room and emptied every bin in the house. I found 11 cardboard boxes tucked into kids rooms and other places and have broken them all down for recycling. It is nice to get things out of the house.
I also managed to list and sell all the twins sleeping bags as a bundle. I made £8 which more than covers my ice creams!
And I ticked a bunch of the random low priority "to dos" off my list, like writing a letter of complaint to a cafe that charged me £2 for this tiny portion of beans:
The cafe did note that it was the wrong size for the side of beans, and said I could ask for free beans next time, which is way too weird for me to actually do. I was hoping for a voucher or a free coffee or something, but I guess acknowledgement of the mistake is good enough?
Also, in a sign of how behind on life I have been, I noticed that my wall calendar in my office was still on February
Oops.
One of the things this week of solo parenting has reinforced for me is the N-1 rule for kids. The easy number of kids is 1 less than the number of kids you have.
For dinner we had pasta and cheese every night because why not? I'm just feeding two.
We run the dishwasher once a day with two, and the milk has lasted to the next grocery order, and we still have apples and bananas left. Apparently, dishes and food consumption are primarily impacted by husband and big kids?
I am excited for Andy and the big kids to come home tomorrow. I feel like I could have learned something profound in the last few days, but mostly what I learned is that 99% of my happiness comes from good sleep for both me and my family. I wouldn't have written a nice post on the Tuesday evening of twenty bedtimes.
If you have kids, have you ever taken split family holidays with some kids staying at home and some kids going away? Did you take split holidays as a kid? Do you like a holiday at home? Is cleaning pointless or is it a gift to future me...?
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