So you’ve probably heard people say that no two children are the same?
They’re correct.
You’ve probably also heard them say that if you had your second child first you wouldn’t have had another.
They’d probably be right.
My two boys are COMPLETE polar opposites of each other.
You could look in this buggy and say “aw so sweet, a sleeping baby” but do you know what it took to get this “sweet” little baby to sleep?
It took half an hour of rocking back and fourth, countless times of putting the dummy back in his mouth and last but not least, my hoover being left on. Yes, left on. I’m not even hoovering but the hoover is on because it’s the only way he will stay asleep long enough for me to get any form of house work done so it doesn’t look like we live in a bloody pig sty.
My second child wants to be cling to me 24hrs a day. Sure it’s sweet, but how in gods name do you do dishes with a child stuck to your hip I ask?
Fuck knows was my answer. But the hoover is now my best friend. So thank you very much hoover, I now have at least 30 minutes to clean this pig sty we call home.
The Sinclair Family 