A day in our life....Busy is the word
People often ask me what it's like to have twins. I never know exactly what answer their are hoping to hear. It's not easy! Not easy at all. When I told my sister I was expecting twins she said "I wouldn't wish twins on my worst enemy."
I could write a dissertation on why it's so difficult or even rant about how I want to hurt people every time they said "Oh I wanted to have twins so bad so I could be done with it all at once"
No you don't. You get twice as fat while pregnant, Your body falls apart faster then it did during years of excess partying, you have a more difficult pregnancy, most often end up on bedrest praying to God the contractions you feel at 20 weeks aren't the real thing. Not to mention the complete and utter lack of sleep the first few months and during any period of cutting teeth. Plus you don't get to experience that cute tiny sweet smelling little baby period twice. Instead you rush right through it trying to remember who's diaper you changed last and who needs a bottle next all while trying to live normal daily life. I swear I don't know how women with 3 or more do it. My hats off to you ladies! Amen and God bless you!
Now that's not to say that there are not amazing moments as well. One of my favorite pictures is of the boys sleeping together in the pack and play while holding hands. You don't get moments like that with a singleton. Plus I get double the kisses and hugs and loopy grins. They make life that much sweeter.
So what was the thought that started this rambling? I'd like to tell you about one type of typical days at our house.
I was having a bad week at work. Too much to do. Not enough time to do. Deadlines that had been extended and missed time and again with the absolute deadline looming large. People interrupting my thoughts every 30 sec (You know who you are). It's hard not to bring that stress home. No matter how long you sit in the car breathing and listening to music; the first time a kid whines for something- all that serenity goes out the window. Plus why is it on days like this that I forget to get something out for dinner or we don't have enough leftovers to have a meal? Is that Murphy's law or something?
The Hubby has softball and I'm home alone with the nearly- 2 year old who think they need to start the terrible twos now instead of...oh never. Now I've got to feed them- with no food prepared in the house. It's 6:15 and they are starving. After dinner we play a bit but it's more like me playing referee. "Here you each take a car and go to your corners."
Then bath time arrives. Yea fun. Let's get Mommy as wet as we can all while staying firmly out of reach of the wash cloth and dumping water on each other's heads.
Then there's the dressing of said Terrible Twoers who don't want to wear a diaper or clothes for that matter. They'd rather run around nakkid....until they pee on the floor.
After wrangling them into their clothes, we need to head back to the bathroom to brush teeth. Yep, that's difficult too.
Finally into bed- read story, turn on quite music, turn off light. Listen to kids scream for 2 minutes from the bathroom as I straighten up. Hear giggles. then.....wait for it........wait............................silence.
Ah! Big deep calming breath. I'm alone. (savor it for 30 sec) Now I can change in to dry clothes, clean the house, do laundry, watch tv, answer my email, make phone calls, spend quality time with the Hubby, get dinner ready for the next night, oh yeah and do all the work from work that I still haven't finished. All in a 2 hour window before I go to bed.
I stumbled into bed at 1 am (Waaaaaaayyyyy too late) but I was on a roll for work and got a lot done. At 1:20 Chip woke up. At 2:10 Dale woke up. At 3am I fell asleep. At 6:15a the alarm goes off. Time to do it again.
People often say to me "I don't know how you do it." Frankly neither do I. I just do it and every once it a while I need to bitch about it like I'm doing right now.
My daily fantasy isn't about finding 5 minutes for myself. I want to win the lottery so my life can slow down. Hire someone to clean my bathroom. Quit work. Sleep until 8am. Do nothing more strenuous then go to the park with my Hubby and sit on a blanket watching the boys play and discover the world.
Sounds nice doesn't it?
If you'll excuse me- I've got to go clean the house, do laundry, spend quality time with the hubby and be in bed in 55 minuts so I can do it all over again tomorrow with a smile on my face while I daydream of winning the lottery.
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