You know you got twins when.......

[Meeely2]

you are woken to a chorus of "I've done a poo!", on your morning off and your husband is supposidly doing 'kids' that morning. You find said husband has been dutiful and got up - but the next chorus from downstairs sheds some light on what has occured....

"I've done a poo!" - Twin 1

"He can't hear you...." - Twin 2

"wake him up then!" - Twin 1

"I can't" - Twin 2

"why?" - Twin 1

"I done a poo too...." - Twin 2

I come downstairs to find husband snoring on sofa, twin 1 in toilet sat on potty, twin 2 in play room sat on potty, and poo trailing between the two.

The joys....husband got a rude awaking, we cleaned a twin up each and i went back to bed!

Hee hee, this brings back memories .

lol

Sorry Meely.... oh the dreadful memories!

join in girls, please do.............

...you hear screams from your bedroom and go in to find one twin standing safely on your bed after turning on boths taps full blast so the sink is a whirling vortex and the other twin is stood underneath in the full flow of the ensuing waterfall.......

.....you no longer dare to own a stick of makeup because everything you've bought in the last six months has ended up smeared over a wall, carpet, bedsheet, or brother's head....

....you come home with a new TV stand and they occupy each other for a full twenty minutes by taking it in turns to hide inside inside it while the other takes the trouble to count before going and 'finding' him......

...you are on first name terms with the receptionist at A&E

...your children usually look like they've been training for the WWF

...you can't go anywhere without enough packing for a short break

...you spend more time in the kitchen than jamie oliver

... when "Why mummy?" is in stereo

... you are faced with Sophie's Choice. Save the child jumping from the slide or running under the swing

twin 1 says "Not fair - ididnt stay out until 10pm on a school night and didn't tell yu where i was"
twin 2 says " i did't call dad a moron

mum1 says - i dont gve a shit get tpo your rooms

both twins say "god i hate you, you are a rubish parent"

to which i replied " am no bovvered that my 14yos think i give a shit about thir opinion on my parenting"

told DH to stopgrounding them and amke them tidy something - at tleast thats helpful

. . . you have the ability to break a biscuit into two pieces of exactly the same size.

you have enough outgrown clothes in the loft to start your own charity shop

You turn around to find both babies playing nicely in a puddle... in the kitchen... and it's not come out of the washing machine.

Get your stuff on ebay Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeely2. Get those twins to work wrapping parcels! Although strangely I couldn't find any buyers for my putrid (yes mars, putrid) pink and blue, cow and dog-shaped baby slippers. Maybe the lady on that other thread could get them for her friend. Roll up roll up!

when it takes an hour to get into the supermarket because of all the old ladies questioning your sanity, family history and sex life.

Lmao Mars!

When all the other mummies at preschool only get one 'Balentimes' card and you get two

And you have to shell out for 2 x school trips at once!!!

When you loyalties are divided between taking tw 1 to rugby and dt 2 to gym club which unfortunately occur at same time

can't wait