These days

Quite often I find it hard not having a clear path, professionally. I envy those who knew at the tender age of 18 what they wanted to do with their lives. I’m 31. Next month I’m going to a creative writing workshop. Then, who knows. I had an abundantly tearful and clear conversation with my (wonderful) husband the other day. I found myself panicking about ‘just’ being home with the twins. And that’s probably what I’ll do until they are three. Or even four years old. Finding a balance is hard. Finding time for your brain. Time for my bursting need to create, make, do art, write. Even just be alone for 30 minutes. Hell, just 5 minutes. It’s hard at times. And then the feelings of selfishness washes over me like a familiar wave. The ocean of parenthood. Intermittent and ruthless. I love being with the babies though, don’t get me wrong. But I owe it to them, and to myself, to follow that momentous urge I have to do more, to create more, to do everything I can to find my path. And I will spend these days, months and years carving it out. Twins by my side. Always.

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The summer. Summed up.

Almost a month in Norway. Probably the best summer ever. Travelling with 7 month old twins will always be a challenge, however well prepared you are. Let’s just say that not all London underground stations have elevators… So when you have luggage, a double pram with tired, warm twins and you have to travel during London rush hour, and you’re not even half way there yet… You get the picture.

But we got there. And we had 30 degrees celsius for three weeks. We had family with extra hands to help out. We had a beach near by. We had midnight sun. What more could you want?

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The Nap

What can be better than taking a nap on the living room floor in a tent made of love and scarves?

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Not pictured: Molly asleep in her rocker in the kitchen. Me, overly excited about drinking TWO cups of coffee while they are still hot- sitting down.

 

 

The first taste of summer

As we’re growing in confidence, we’re venturing further with the twins. Last weekend we even hopped on a train to take us to a neighbouring town, driven by promises of fish & chips by the beach. We’ve been granted some lovely days of sunshine and warmth, and the Australian in the house vibrates with excitement. The BBQ is out, and so are we, hurrah!

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The quiet garden

Early in the morning we get streaks of sunshine through the garden at the back of the house. The green foliage lights up and vibrates with life. It’s not a big garden, and there’s a lot we’d like to do with it, but we are leaving it like it is this year, and we’re grateful to have it. It may just be the most wonderful part of the year.  gress

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