My Life With Twins: The Almost Twos
Forgive me as I step outside of my usual upbeat posting manner to point out a simple fact. There is nothing easy about a set of almost two year old twins. If you have an easy set, I’d love to hear about it.
The fact is, my girls are total joys. I love them deeply, madly, insanely. But I’m kind of on house arrest.
Whomever is in charge of the fact that indoor place spaces have no door obviously never raised toddler twins. So any group play-date that is arranged for the play space at the mall, or at the aquatic center, is pretty much out for me. Why? Because I’d rather drink coffee in my living room and watch the girls rip up the newspaper than chase them, shrieking, all over the mall.
How about the grocery store? No thanks. I think it is great that there are shopping carts designed to keep normal toddlers happy. They are shaped like fire trucks or police cars. I can get over the fact that they are probably never ever wiped down. How clever, they even have seatbelts. Guess what? My girls are Houdinis. Nothing keeps them strapped in. Those seats that normal toddlers sit in on the front of the cart? Not a chance. And if they do sit, that still leaves one running and shrieking. Sometimes I bring along an older brother (he is usually in trouble and the store with the twins is perfect punishment). Sometimes a brother can push one cart, and I can push another. Then I pretend that only one of the girls is mine if they scream. (note to self: don’t dress them alike on a grocery store trip). I’m mostly thankful for grocery delivery.
Helping drive for an older kid’s field trip? Out.
Visiting sick people at the hospital? Out.
If I was a woman of means, I would hire a nanny. I’m not kidding. These kids are testing my mothering mettle like the boys never did. The good thing is, I know that this is a phase. However, I am NOT a patient person. I don’t really want to rush them into growing up. I love them sitting and snuggling on my lap. I love the cute things they say. I love their chubby little cheeks. But I’d also love to be able to take them out in public again.
Chime in! Have you survived twoddlerhood? Any tips? Any funny stories to share to make me feel better? You know I’d love to hear from you!
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