This morning we had a trip to Monash to have night splints made for E and J's legs. I have been reluctant to go down this path as I do not want anything to interfere with the girls sleep.
After E had a cast on her leg for 3 weeks though and she slept okay, I was 'happy' to do it.
J, has also been wearing her night splint on her arm for a couple of weeks too and that has not caused any drama, so I spose they are getting older and understanding all things splints.
I tried really hard to be positive this morning, getting there on time, smiling and trying to be a patient mummy. It was a lof of effort. Both girls were great and now have these huge things to wear to bed. Both girls legs were stretched and measured and E just said " I'm okay " when they asked how she was.
I am a mixture of proud of how brave/ disinterested they are, and saddened that they are so used to this kind of intervention they don't even blink.
I walked away, slowly with them and decided that I needed some cheer me up food, so we went to the golden arches and had some chips and a climb on the nightmare equipment.
After reading Di's post on climbing through the playground, I decided to sit in the tunnel for the entire 20 minutes so that I could hoist the girls up and then eventually when J ventured further, I had to get in and push her through. I am not as gracious as Di and get annoyed everytime I have to do this stuff and wonder what it would be like to have my twins climb wherever they want, whenever they want.
I think today I am sick of driving to Monash, I am sick of being polite to people who make decisions about my daughters and I am sick of feeling so blah about our lives. There is truly so much to be thankful for.
It's DH birthday today and we are going to the " fat man pasta " restuarant, or more commanly known as La Porchetta's for dinner so not having to cook dinner really is great news in itself.
Maybe tomorrow will be a brighter day.