Evan and I had to move. We had no choice, no room for the twins.
I’m not a fan of suburbia so we chose a lovely mountain cottage on the outskirts of town which had a similar design to our old home.
The best thing of all…..no neighbours!



There’s still a lot to do inside, it’s a bit bare both inside and out but we can fix that problem in no time.
Sadly we had to give the dogs up. With Evan working and me at home struggling with the twins alone we just have no time to look after them.
Now I love our animals but I wasn’t prepared for Evan’s reaction.



God, if he’s like that at 30 I can only imagine what the twins will be like! Good thing we got rid of them now then! Jesus. Maybe i should get them back.



I’m still too bewildered by Evan's reaction to feel any sort of sadness.



While Evan sulked I used some of this very rare spare time I have on my hands to study parenting. God knows I need to! I wasn’t prepared to have one baby let alone two. Looking after animals is one thing but babies, don’t get me wrong I love them dearly but what do they do but shit and cry?



‘Evan, What are you doing?’
‘Bored’
‘Well do you mind? I’m trying to read here’

What’s gotten into him?? One minute he’s sobbing his heart out over the dogs and now he’s jumping around on the couch like a 5 year old.



I don’t have 2 kids I have 3!