Cruising with dem Boyz

we drove to Twickenham to see my sister's new pad on Saturday. Google, the Oracle, reckoned 45 minuets door-to-door. It did not count on Clapham, Wandsworth and the twats of Sheen. (That is its official name.)

Baby B was being a total arse and decided to kick off twenty minutes before lunchtime. We gave in and dove into a Waitrose car park, where we assembled our ikea high chairs and proceeded to feed the boys in the car park. Autumn was very much on its way and poor Baby A's lips were blue from cold. baby B - smug - refused to eat any of the tripe I tried to feed him. Apart from the blueberries, of course.

Today, I worked out that I probably spend £65 a month on blueberries alone. What have I become? That is why my boots have no heels and I look like a slob.

Virus Ridden and Missing NY

we are a virus ridden household. The Boy is off work sick and all Baby A wants to do is sleep. Baby B, the culprit for bringing the dreaded virus into the house, is happy as Larry. I am either trying to fight it off or it's just starting. Either way, the washing up bowls either side of our bed is not s cool look.

I'm trying to rest and recuperate whilst the boys nap. Instead, I keep thinking about New York. I'm homesick for a place that was my home for just three years. Faces keep popping into my head. People I spent much time with. I feel like I'm a bad friend and need to write to them all. Tell them i miss them and tell them there's a hole in my life without them.

I'm missing the sounds, the people I'd say hi to - the Mexican at the bodega who called me baby - the library, cruising around Babies R Us. And once the boys were asleep (for those few precious hours before they'd wake again), running out the door for maybe half an hour but doing something different; so easily. SE4 is trapping me. I don't feel like I have the separation between me and me plus babies.

I took the boys to a playgroup the other day and then the following day I went alone to an Insanity exercise group, which was held in the same church hall. I held a plank, got up and brushed the glitter off my body. The boys are with me all the time(OK, not literally.)

I know I'm remembering New York fondly because of all the fun we had as a couple, mainly. But whilst living in a one-bed apartment was hard with the kids, and the costs of childcare is prohibitive, and there are very few cheap classes and things to take the boys to, it is a place that is easier to be a parent and an adult. Grown up world is just downstairs once the babies are asleep.

I miss you, NY.