I'm up North. Along the coast north of Belfast but I used to visit Dublin a lot many years ago when my ex went to Trinity. Dublin is a great city!
My heart's bleeding for these two :( Every bloody Tuesday!! Afraid not!! If they can't excuse them from this trauma then keep them off. What on earth is this nonsense about? Every Tuesday until June! Find out if it's morning or afternoon then you can send them in late or take them out early! The school must oblige you coz this is very unfair on all of you. I'd be furious!!
Anyhow, those Romans wore skirts and Moses sandals - in this country, they must have been half frozen and died of the flu :o)
Hopefully if we make enough jokes about how stupid they actually were, the kids will lose their fears. Poor wee souls.
I've never actually been to Northern Ireland. I'll have to go and see Giant's Causeway! Dublin's SOOOOO much nicer than boring England haha ;D
I know, John and I are livid. How can a school traumatize two little kids? We're giving them Tuesday afternoons off from now on - the teacher is going to get one hell of a surprise when we tell her why!
Exactly, the Romans must have been dying like flies! Of the flu and of frostbite probably!
I think their emotions are pretty tender at the moment, perhaps leave jokes or anything Roman-related out until their poor little nerves are settled...still, John and I had quite a laugh at some of the Roman jokes!!
Thanks so much for your support, it's fantastic and good fun :) I'll let you know how things are going. xx
John and I went to the school, spoke with their teacher and sorted it out. Although she kept implying that it was our fault that they were scared, so in the end John buckled down and blamed it on the school's teaching standards! I can't agree more! Hopefully we made an impact, and the message sank in. Touch wood. The twins had a bit of a cry in the morning, but we took them to the library (we all ADORE books!) and they seemed quite chirpy, and when we left them with John's mam to go and talk with their school, they had their heads buried in a book (the same book haha ;D)! When we got back, they were play-fighting with John's twin and older brother, and having a great time! John's mam said that she barely had to do anything once the lads arrived :) ! They went to bed easily after John popped them in the bath and I gave them cups of hot chocolate, so I'm hoping the rest of the evening will go smoothly! Xx
Thank God you got it sorted. Unfortunately a lot of teachers don't live in the real world and they're used to talking down to 'little people' who hang on their every word. So good for John. I find it ridiculous the way people bow down to teachers - they know better than to take it out on the kids, or you'd be back up.
I can't even think why they're teaching about Romans but whatever your boys miss I'm sure it won't make a difference to their later lives :o)
I don't know if this is any use to you but ... when I was growing up as the eldest of 5 kids, my mum used to spell words when she wanted to tell me about something (Romans) that she didn't want the others to know about. It's better than the two boys listening at the door or hearing too much when you think they aren't listening. It also helped the others to spell a lot quicker, coz they were bursting to find out what we were spelling :o)
Hopefully this nonsense is over for you but I hope you can hang around here and help other mums or silly teens. Parents like us have been there and done it!!
Fingers crossed for a good night's sleep from now on.
Yeah, last night was actually a better night, just a little cry mid-evening. They still slept against John's shoulders, but they woke up and seemed pretty much back to normal. After the weekend, John and I are going to make them go back to their own beds, if possible. John's twin brother is coming over for dinner, so that should make them even happier! He's lovely too, and he always helps to reassure them.
That spelling thing is such a great idea, I'm not sure if it'll work as the twins are good spellers, but as we are verbally spelling, it would be great! It could be a fun game for car journeys, too! :D
I'm definitely going to hang around! It's good to help other mums...I married and had the boys at 18, John was 20, so helping young people with kids would be amazing!
Your advice has been unbeatable, thank you so much for all of it! It's been fantastic!
That's great PurplePixie. I'm so glad everything is falling into place for you.
You are so young to have kids! I was an old mum, not having my son until I was 32yo. Looking back I was too old ad tired :( but on this site I don't encourage the teens to have babies so young with their bfs, as so many end up as single mums desperate for some help.
No doubt you'll get a laugh from my straight talking ways - the older members are used to me, some of the new teens hate me and are full of romantic ideas :o)
Either way you're sure to get a laugh and there are some really intelligent people like NeuroNeptune, Avante-Garde, Saycheese, etc.
Glad you're going to join the fun and you can always post if any other problems.
Death to those Romans roamin' all over the place!! haha
It's true, teen pregnancy is such a sad thing in many ways, luckily I was over the moon about being pregnant. I met John at 16, in England - we spent most of the year together, but he had to go back to Dublin with his twin brother, so after another year of going back and forth from Ireland to England, I finally moved in with John and his mam and two brothers. Just over a year after that (aged 18), shortly after John's birthday (to think I actually KNOW the date I conceived haha) I knew I was pregnant. I kind of suspected, on John's birthday night he was kind of a little bit tipsy on the old Guiness (he barely drinks, one pint made him slightly drunk haha) and forgot to put on a condom (I guess I should have told him, I'm teetotal! I was sober). I felt worried though, we weren't married and I didn't know what to do. Our relationship was super solid though, we were informally engaged. I took some tests and I WAS pregnant, when I told John we went to the hospital, and it was twins! I think John was secretly glad because of his own brother. He proposed to me, and we booked a date at the regristry marriage office. But on the night before our little wedding (a couple of weeks before I gave birth), we got the sad news that John's paternal granddad had died. John, broken but brave, decided to go on with the wedding. We thought it would be more personal and special with only John's parents and brothers there, but it was still an emotional experience for John. Then, when John, his brothers, his mam and I drove to Kildare to join John's dad for the funeral, I felt bigger and heavier than ever. It was during the service that I realised that I was in the early stages of labour! I tried to forget about it - it seemed so flippant and disrespectful to say anything. But John and his brothers and cousins had to help carry the coffin...I ended up walking through the streets of Kildare pretending to be fine. John kept offering me food at the wake, but I said I wasn't hungry (thinking that I shouldn't eat in case of an emergency C-sec). I was panicking, hoping we could drive back to Dublin. When at last we got back in the car, John got very weepy and cried quite hard for a while, so when at last we got moving, it felt really disrespectful to tell a teary-eyed John that his wife was in labour. In the end it got too bad to hide so I managed to blurt it out very quickly. John's mam drove us to the Rotunda hospital in Dublin. My waters broke all over the car seat! Finally, three hours later, James popped out (named after John's granddad, it meant so much to him) followed by Samuel, nine minutes later. It was actually an easy birth, albeit a bit painful. We have a picture of John, moments after the twins were born, his white shirt stained with blood, a twin tucked under each arm. He hates the photo because his poor eyes are so red from crying, but I have to keep it. Six weeks later, the house John had bought with me (his family are quite rich - unlike mine) was ready, I'd decorated it even so soon after labour as a surprise for John and the babies. Luckily it's 10 minutes away from John's mam and brothers's house! And here we are, five years later. I'm 24, he's 25. Although James and Samuel were born on the day of their great-granddad's funeral, it's still such a special day!
I hope to help other young mothers with less stable relationships, and this site seemed a great place to start.
The twins haven't woken up at all tonight!
I guess our death wishes to the Romans really worked!! Die die die!
I think statistically it's about 90% of all arguments within marriage are about money, so it's good you two are ok. That's a lovely story :o) and I'm so glad all is going well with you.
Hopefully the school will shut up and give them a break.
We defeated those pesky Romans before and we can do it again!! On the first mention of them, tell the boys their daddy sent them on the first straight road outa Ireland and they know better than to come back - we're building up our own army via the internet :o)
My heart's bleeding for these two :( Every bloody Tuesday!! Afraid not!! If they can't excuse them from this trauma then keep them off. What on earth is this nonsense about? Every Tuesday until June! Find out if it's morning or afternoon then you can send them in late or take them out early! The school must oblige you coz this is very unfair on all of you. I'd be furious!!
Anyhow, those Romans wore skirts and Moses sandals - in this country, they must have been half frozen and died of the flu :o)
Hopefully if we make enough jokes about how stupid they actually were, the kids will lose their fears. Poor wee souls.
Please let me know how you go. xx
I know, John and I are livid. How can a school traumatize two little kids? We're giving them Tuesday afternoons off from now on - the teacher is going to get one hell of a surprise when we tell her why!
Exactly, the Romans must have been dying like flies! Of the flu and of frostbite probably!
I think their emotions are pretty tender at the moment, perhaps leave jokes or anything Roman-related out until their poor little nerves are settled...still, John and I had quite a laugh at some of the Roman jokes!!
Thanks so much for your support, it's fantastic and good fun :)
I'll let you know how things are going. xx
The twins had a bit of a cry in the morning, but we took them to the library (we all ADORE books!) and they seemed quite chirpy, and when we left them with John's mam to go and talk with their school, they had their heads buried in a book (the same book haha ;D)! When we got back, they were play-fighting with John's twin and older brother, and having a great time! John's mam said that she barely had to do anything once the lads arrived :) !
They went to bed easily after John popped them in the bath and I gave them cups of hot chocolate, so I'm hoping the rest of the evening will go smoothly!
Xx
I can't even think why they're teaching about Romans but whatever your boys miss I'm sure it won't make a difference to their later lives :o)
I don't know if this is any use to you but ... when I was growing up as the eldest of 5 kids, my mum used to spell words when she wanted to tell me about something (Romans) that she didn't want the others to know about. It's better than the two boys listening at the door or hearing too much when you think they aren't listening. It also helped the others to spell a lot quicker, coz they were bursting to find out what we were spelling :o)
Hopefully this nonsense is over for you but I hope you can hang around here and help other mums or silly teens. Parents like us have been there and done it!!
Fingers crossed for a good night's sleep from now on.
Death to the Romans!!!!
:o)
xx
John's twin brother is coming over for dinner, so that should make them even happier! He's lovely too, and he always helps to reassure them.
That spelling thing is such a great idea, I'm not sure if it'll work as the twins are good spellers, but as we are verbally spelling, it would be great! It could be a fun game for car journeys, too!
:D
I'm definitely going to hang around! It's good to help other mums...I married and had the boys at 18, John was 20, so helping young people with kids would be amazing!
Your advice has been unbeatable, thank you so much for all of it! It's been fantastic!
Die, Romans, die!!!!!!!!!!!
:)
xx
You are so young to have kids! I was an old mum, not having my son until I was 32yo. Looking back I was too old ad tired :( but on this site I don't encourage the teens to have babies so young with their bfs, as so many end up as single mums desperate for some help.
No doubt you'll get a laugh from my straight talking ways - the older members are used to me, some of the new teens hate me and are full of romantic ideas :o)
Either way you're sure to get a laugh and there are some really intelligent people like NeuroNeptune, Avante-Garde, Saycheese, etc.
Glad you're going to join the fun and you can always post if any other problems.
Death to those Romans roamin' all over the place!! haha
:o)
xx
He proposed to me, and we booked a date at the regristry marriage office. But on the night before our little wedding (a couple of weeks before I gave birth), we got the sad news that John's paternal granddad had died. John, broken but brave, decided to go on with the wedding. We thought it would be more personal and special with only John's parents and brothers there, but it was still an emotional experience for John.
Then, when John, his brothers, his mam and I drove to Kildare to join John's dad for the funeral, I felt bigger and heavier than ever. It was during the service that I realised that I was in the early stages of labour! I tried to forget about it - it seemed so flippant and disrespectful to say anything. But John and his brothers and cousins had to help carry the coffin...I ended up walking through the streets of Kildare pretending to be fine.
John kept offering me food at the wake, but I said I wasn't hungry (thinking that I shouldn't eat in case of an emergency C-sec). I was panicking, hoping we could drive back to Dublin.
When at last we got back in the car, John got very weepy and cried quite hard for a while, so when at last we got moving, it felt really disrespectful to tell a teary-eyed John that his wife was in labour. In the end it got too bad to hide so I managed to blurt it out very quickly.
John's mam drove us to the Rotunda hospital in Dublin. My waters broke all over the car seat! Finally, three hours later, James popped out (named after John's granddad, it meant so much to him) followed by Samuel, nine minutes later. It was actually an easy birth, albeit a bit painful.
We have a picture of John, moments after the twins were born, his white shirt stained with blood, a twin tucked under each arm. He hates the photo because his poor eyes are so red from crying, but I have to keep it.
Six weeks later, the house John had bought with me (his family are quite rich - unlike mine) was ready, I'd decorated it even so soon after labour as a surprise for John and the babies. Luckily it's 10 minutes away from John's mam and brothers's house!
And here we are, five years later. I'm 24, he's 25. Although James and Samuel were born on the day of their great-granddad's funeral, it's still such a special day!
I hope to help other young mothers with less stable relationships, and this site seemed a great place to start.
The twins haven't woken up at all tonight!
I guess our death wishes to the Romans really worked!! Die die die!
:)
xx
Hopefully the school will shut up and give them a break.
We defeated those pesky Romans before and we can do it again!! On the first mention of them, tell the boys their daddy sent them on the first straight road outa Ireland and they know better than to come back - we're building up our own army via the internet :o)
Good luck!
xx