This week started a little differently to most other weeks. On a Monday we usually have a slow start, we don’t have to be out the house until 12pm so our morning can be a lazy one. However, yesterday we started something new…the boys were all dressed before 9am; I had even ironed the creased t-shirts and we were ready to go. I was stumbling into the unknown; playgroup with three littles! This is something I’ve been dreading and looking forward to in equal measure. I knew this would be the year that we needed to go out more, the twins need more interaction and new places to explore, a chance to become more independent.
I’d found the perfect playgroup for us, it is just over the road from our house so we can all walk there. It is in the morning but finishes in time for us to get back and have lunch before we are out again taking Lucas to pre-school. I loved the one I used to take Lucas but it is further away so doesn’t really fit round our day. Obviously, I was quite nervous; this is the first time I’ve really been out in public with all three boys on my own. The logistics were enough to give me a headache, how do I get them out the pushchair and inside, will I have to carry two of them, what do I do when Lucas needs the toilet? I had thought through all the worst-case scenarios in my head and concluded that if it all went horribly wrong I was only five minutes from home!
In the end, it went okay, we managed! I wouldn’t say it was any thing more than surviving at this stage but we got out and we did it. The people who organised it were lovely and so helpful, I knew another Mum there and everyone else was very friendly. I did have to run out quick when Lucas needed the toilet giving the nod to another mum to watch the twins but thankfully they didn’t notice I’d gone. They are so much clingier than Lucas ever was, I took Lucas to a new playgroup at their age and he left me without looking back! These both clung to me, darting off to have a quick look at something then coming right back to climb up me. I’m sure there will be tricks I learn as we go along and I’d love to hear how others do it with two or more!
We managed just over an hour and as we left I have to say I felt pretty euphoric, it’s only a small achievement but it is something I wasn’t sure I would ever feel able to do. When Lucas hit the terrible twos I sometimes struggled going out with just him but now he is older he just potters about and I know most of the time he will be behaving. The twins are very good really, it was only towards the end that they got tired and cranky. As we got home there was a feeling of something else, a little tinge of sadness that Arthur and Brandon really aren’t my babies anymore. They have been with me right from the start, at home playing, pretty content really but now it is time for us to venture out more, to try new things and to let them explore without Mummy. Exciting and a little scary all at the same time but I must admit it was nice to get back home!