The tweens have a friend over to stay. Que a scurry for a selection of my favourite heels. Three pair of legs appear with some beautiful shoes attached. It won't be long and my size fours will be too small and I can reclaim them.
They make thier way into the kitchen shutting the door. I hear the radio blear as they start a party. "Mum" I hear. Eager not to have the babies woken I scurry to the source of the blood curdling cry.
"Where are the shot glasses"
wow this really is a party. Fanta filled shot glasses adorn the work surface as I'm dismissed.
Ten minutes later they stumble out pretending to be drunk. Worryingly thier acting is pretty good I have half a mind to check the vodka.
the nights drawing to a close, I'm ready for bed. The tweens and friends have been upstairs feigning sleep for a while. My sister messages me to say they are snapchatting. Of I March ready for a silent fight. The type were you have to convey your anger with shaking fist and gritted teeth. But dispute using my tipiest toes thier ears were finally tuned to my approach. Opening the door I'm met with three sleeping forms.
Morning again the boys have attacked. My protective fault of arms and carefully placed pillows only serves to save my face. Tiny elbows and knees asort the rest of my body.
Like bats my sons ears are finely tuned. They here movement from the girls bedroom. Before I can stop him a naked Quinn is diving in. The girls protest as he holds his ground. I want to ignore them I need five more minutes sleep. But Quinn has gone a step too far "mum,quinns rubbing his bum on Emily" huff, I suppose I better interven.
