Have you ever washed your hair exactly like the bottle suggests? Lather, rinse, repeat. Repeat? What crazy fool wants me to copy what I just did? That is what it is like to have twins. It’s a constant game of, “didn’t I just do that?”. Two bottles, two baths, two diapers, two sets of clothes, two bedtime routines. One tired looking Momma…
This tired Momma woke up to some unfamiliar sounds emanating from the nursery this morning. It was an insanely high-pitched double cry billowing out from behind the closed door. I swear it had hidden meaning. I didn’t crack the code immediately, but somewhere between my third and seventh cup of coffee, I got it loud and clear. The twins were sending me a warning. “WHAH, WHAH, double down lady it is going to be a doozy of a day, WHAH!” Logistically speaking, they delivered.
I’ve been on my “A Game” all day and it doesn’t seem to matter. Twins two points, Mommy zero. One spits-up just as the other one starts to feed. My hands are full, so now what? I clean up the chunky bottle remains only to turn around and see the other twin must have felt jealous and decided to toss one up too. Moving on. I stick them in their Bumbo seats. While perched in those rubber tires they produce two doubly dirty diapers and I’m fresh out of wipes downstairs. They hid them, I know it! The twins innocently sit in those ridiculous infant lazy boys and laugh at me. Okay, they are just smiling, but it’s a sarcastic smile.
Nap time was fun, all 30 minutes of it. I managed to shower and put on workout clothes, but who the heck am I fooling? I didn’t workout today (or for the entire month of December and a quarter of November for that matter). Just when I bounced Quinn back to sleep on my hip while trying to rock Kat with my foot, I realized it was time for their 11:00 feeding. Fabulous timing, kiddies. Fabulous.
I’m starting to realize the “honeymoon” phase is over at my house. The twins are ready for some fun and I’m their toy of choice. Unlike their swings or bouncy seats, I don’t take batteries, I’m never fully charged, and I can’t be thrown into the washing machine to get the spit-up smell out. My little bundles are handing me a double dose of crazy.
Twin moms, my hat goes off to you. While I’m loving this “two peas in a pod” lifestyle, I’m starting to take things a too little far. I was told last week that I wrote a friend two thank you notes for the same gift. Really unnecessary and quite frankly, frightening. Really unnecessary and quite frankly, frightening. I just said that. Damn.
Tomorrow is another day and I’m banking on it being full of multiple challenges (and yes, multiple blessings). For now I think I’ve earned myself a glass of wine, no wait, make that two…
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Krista, this was so cute! And it is exactly what life is like with twin bundles in the beginning!
You really cut your teeth (and so do they) in the first year of twins. Hang in there momma, I know you are doing an incredible job and NO ONE will fault you if you never find a way out of those workout clothes in the coming months! 🙂 xo
Just hollar if you need some help or a full break. I specialize in twins 🙂
I honestly can't imagine. One is sending me straight to crazy-town today. I live in awe of the twin mom. I really have no idea how they do it. But keep up the good work Krista; if anyone can do it it's you!
Oh Krista this is so funny, but so true! The first year was tough, but it gets easier and easier each month, enjoy it as best as you can, the time goes by twice as fast! My kids will be 10, 9, 6, and 6 this year and I can not believe it!Jennifer H
Thank you for the humor. Great writing for a mom of one who's sleeping well. Amazing writing for mom of twins who's not sleeping well.
Sounds like you are super busy. I can only imagine. Hang in there!Hope all is well with all your sweeties.
This is my every day that you wrote out, except the thank you notes. I can't remember who on my list got them and who didn't.I don't know how old your twins are but it's not getting any easier over here. I think I might just be getting used to the madness though.