Sooo, I usually get the twins out every day. Playgrounds, library, mommy and me events. To my counterparts, I probably look like I’m killing it. “You have twins and you’re doing it all!”
Ha!
I have a mountain of laundry that moves from the chair in my bedroom to the bed…to the chair and back again. Most mornings my husband is on a treasure hunt for boxers. Um, as he should. It’s called a washing machine.
Just this afternoon, one of my twins screamed for juice while the other screamed to watch Mickey Mouse Christmas. (An array of Mickey Mouse Christmas videos on Netflix, of which I NEVER know which one they actually want. I’m NEVER right.) Yes, I let my children watch tv because if I don’t, I will become an alcoholic. And I caved and gave them what they wanted. Yes, I did the thing ALL child psychologists, pediatricians, and non-parents tell you not to do, because my eyes were bulging out of my head.
My son will NOT wear a shirt that is wet. And I don’t mean doused. I mean a few drops of water on his shirt. Meltdown. “My shirt is wet!!!” Then he changes into summer clothes when it’s 5° outside. Note to self: Remove summer clothes from the drawers. In my free time.
My husband is hiding like a damn thief in the night. Upstairs playing video games. He might die.
babies are messy 