1.If you're not careful, a day of relaxed nothingness without the kids can easily morph into a 3 hour blitz of the house and a visit to the tip.
2.There's nothing weird about getting poo on my hand anymore. Which is weird in itself.
3.My new motto is 'Ah, fuck it. That'll do."
4.I'll never understand the tastebuds of a toddler: my son will eat coal but refuses chicken.
5.Our house smells like a condemned pet shop.
Finally, the highlight of my week was definitely this:
Twin 1 cries.
Twin 2 crawls to other side of room, retrieves dummy, gives to his brother.
Twin 1 settles.
Daddy gets something in his eye...