A comma too far

I suppose I could write every day but I don’t. Partly because where in the name of God do you think I can find the time to write when there are bibs to wash and botties to wipe and bottles to be shoved in gaping mouths that now insist on smiling every time they eat thus spilling out most of the nourishing goodness I spend so much of my time trying to squeeze into them? That is one reason but the other is that as they pass most of their every day doing the same thing over and over again, I fear I might run out of things to say. One thing I would like to say, or a question I would like to ask and will not stop asking until I get a satisfactory response is – (and am happy for either baby to answer) ‘for Christ’s sake, when are ye going to sleep through the night?’ To give you a hint, babies, an answer like “tonight” would suit me just fine.

My older daughter slept through the night at six weeks but as she was on her own and not being throttled by a vastly bigger sister at every opportunity, that would be too much to expect from little boy Joe. I could separate him from sister Rose but I feel that that would be wrong. I’m still going with the theory that twins should sleep in the same cot but I imagine that three or four more nights of awake at four thirty then at six fifteen and then again at eight will change my approach. I’m already wondering how I can squash a travel cot plus a little boy into our already stuffed bedroom thus leaving the two girls to snore and grunt the night away to their hearts content.

So, the days pass with each day much the same as the day before. I get older but no wiser and they get older and even lovelier. Then I get sadder ‘cos they’re getting older so then I hug them even harder. Then older daughter gets more convinced that I love them more than her and she gets madder which makes me even sadder and by the end of the day what with one thing and another, we’re all crying and then we sleep. And then? Then we wake up smiling and it starts all over again.

By the way, if any Professors of English are reading this, I would just like to say that ‘Yes, I know my punctuation and grammar and spelling is (are?) appalling.’

Twins do that sort of thing to a person.