It should be no shock to anyone that at this particular point in time I am feeling overwhelmed.
On top of trying to be the blogger I want to be, I am attempting the Parent Manifesto Program with Parent Wellbeing (which, by the way, I am L-O-V-I-N-G) and I am once again throwing myself into study.
And all of that is on the side of being a mother to Roo and the Two.
Recently, as the Two turned 2, they have not-so-subtly shifted into overdrive.
I’m sure this is probably quite common for twins.
They turn 2 and all of a sudden it’s like you need to be on speed to keep up with them. Or at least mainline coffee.
And I still haven’t found a medical professional who will actually do that.
The past couple of weeks has seen the emergence of Fraser’s alter ego. I like to call him: “The Mountain Goat”
One afternoon Pal called out to me from the bathroom, quite urgently, to hurry. When I arrived I found my son sitting in the sink.
He’d apparently been staring at himself in the mirror and only sat down when Pal called out to me. As in, he only sat down when he realised he was busted.
Another recent morning found me entering the loungeroom in search of a missing child. Two children were at my kitchen security gates screaming for food and Fraser was noticeably absent.
At first I thought he must be engrossed in either Thomas the Tank Engine or The Little Princess, his favourites. I was mistaken.
He was standing on top of the cabinet and peering behind the television. Planning on pushing it onto his unsuspecting twin brother for ruining his life soon after conception, no doubt.
The Mountain Goat has also recently learned the value of pulling out drawers and using them as steps. To get to my PC that holds all of the precious and valuable photos of my babies. Of course everything is backed up on hard drives. But with a Mountain Goat for a child you soon learn that nothing is safe.
The Mountain Goat is not silly and knows where all things of value are kept in the home.
The hall stand is actually a repurposed change table. With shelves. My phone is regularly disconnected from the wifi and my keys, the day’s mail and Pal’s work hats are constantly AWOL. I learned very quickly to zip up my handbag and keep my wallet and lipsticks out of reach.
The Kid has been standing on the seats of trikes, jumping from couch to couch, crawling through tiny spaces and rolling balls around the house until he finds something he needs to be higher for. And then he tries desperately to stand on an air-filled ball resting on the polished wood floors of our dining room. In order to get over the kitchen security gate.
My personal concern is that he will eventually find me in my pantry.
My more altruistic concern is that soon enough, The Mountain Goat will discover a way to vault out of his cot, help Oscar out of his cot and then together they will take over the world.
Don’t call me crazy – I’ve heard them plotting world domination from their cots for two years now. The plan involves much gibberish, plenty of high-pitched squealing and jumping up and down on mattresses.
Do you have a Mountain Goat for a child? Or is your child a Lengthy-Armed Orangutan? Or even s Stubborn Mule? Do you think I should change the name of this blog to Daisy, Roo and Zoo? Or maybe just remove all furniture from my home and sit on European cushions whilst I stare at the walls, in preparation for the end of the world as we know it?