Here's the latest in our new series of blogs by Glasgow students.

Chris McQuade is studying journalism and broadcasting at Glasgow Clyde College. Not your average student, he is Glaswegian to the core.

Becoming a father again (twins this time round) was as magical a Christmas present as I could have asked for.

Being a student at the same time may be challenging at times, but hey I wouldn't have it any other way. Essays, assignments and outcomes piling up towards the end of the year meant that I had quite a bit to finish but with true determination I just about managed to get there, or so I thought.

The first week back this term was the first time I had been away from the babies all day and I have to say that I was both sad and relieved at the same time.

For anyone who doesn't know, babies can be hard work-and twins make that double trouble. Although the first day back at college was fun, it brought with it a pile of remediation and a tight one-week deadline to have it all done.

Never one to shy away from a challenge, I thought: "Right get home get stuck in and get this all done today." But the babies had other ideas. My lovely wife welcomed me home by telling me that she needed to nip out for some shopping so I dutifully obliged. ("She needs to get out a wee while too," I thought.)

"Twins have been changed and fed so they probably won't wake up till I'm home."

No problem, I'll have a bite to eat before I hit the books and watch the news. My wife made a swift exit and I had a quick smile to myself as I looked down at the twins, who were as peaceful as when I left this morning.

Of course, the second my behind hit the leather of the sofa, there came a loud: "Waagghhhh!" from baby Lucy, as she woke from her slumber. As I picked her up Jo, her gorgeous sister, was having none of it.

"Waaaoouuugghh!" she cried and demanded that I pick her up in tandem. Normally this would pose no problem, as my wife would come running in and we would share the duties.

No, I was on my own this time; the milk, being in the fridge, needed heating up and I was beginning to wish that my moobs would be more use than for people to make jokes about. The panic started to take hold when suddenly I could smell burning...burning pies if I'm not mistaken.

Sure enough the pies I had greedily set in for myself were indeed now of the smoked variety and our dog George started to bark as someone was at the door. So babies crying, pies burning, dog barking, and door being knocked on (thanks Mr Jehovah's Witness, but not today!)

I didn't see much of the news. I did however get my college work done that week...just not on my first day home alone with the twins.