You know something great about parenting twin teens?
How crazy is that, the very thing I also moan about is actually fantastic.
It’s how you get the parenting respite isn’t it?
When they were little they went to bed early and then we had an evening; time to chillax and hang loose.
Then came the in-between years when that evening time got squished and squashed they stayed up later and so did I.
I remember a dear friend telling me that it would eventually it disappears altogether and they end up staying up later than you, and I was filled with dread.
I’m in bed, tucked up and it’s my great huge twinnies who come to me to say good night…..how wierd it that?
Then up at dawn reclaiming the space for ME, ME, ME!
Now don’t get me wrong I do the:
“Do you know what time it is?”
“It’s time to get up…….I said it’s time to get UP…………..it’s TIME TO GET UP………DID YOU HEAR ME?”
To which I get a grunt if I’m lucky, or worse a torrent of abuse.
What a waste of time, let them sleep in I say.
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP
It’s lovely, the boat is tidy and clean and quiet. I am alone…….hubby still grabs his alone time at night, or should I say early morning, so cannot get up in the morning either.
As soon as they are on the move anything can happen. Perhaps they will appear like big bush babies all snuggly and warm and dopey BUT they can emerge full of venom and vileness………there’s no telling which.
Great hulks descend on the galley, food starts to get strewn around, nothing is put back on or in anywhere and the trail of devastation begins.
Any suggestion that things could be put back or washed up is met with: