People ask me constantly "How do you do it, managing with twins?" and I can't really process what they're asking me. I get very cavalier about it and act all "Shit, I composed a symphony last night, off 2 hours of sleep, drunk, while writing a trigonometry exam. It was the best thing to be heard in a thousand years AND I got an A+ on the exam." The truth is, it's all I know.
I only know what it's like dealing with two babies screaming in your ear, refusing to nap. barfing all over their beds, sneaking up the stairs when you're not looking, eating dirt, slapping you in the face, driving you to the loony bin muttering musings of selling children to gypsies. But I only know what it's like having two insanely sweet babies with insanely cute smiles. People often comment that it must be awesome, getting it done in one shot and they're correct. The truth is, I hated being pregnant. Some women love it so much that they refuse to stop having babies *cough* Duggars! *cough* ...Or they just really like sex and don't like contraception. I was sick for 5 1/2 months, I was jealous of those who used scooters, I was exhausted. I would never go through that again. I also get to experience the terrible two's only once (though double over).
To be honest, I can't imagine what it must be like only having one baby. Only buying enough diapers for one, only putting one to bed, only giving one bath, only making enough food for 3, only paying daycare for one. It's crazy. You parents of singletons have got it fucking made! Ok rant time. Don't bitch about your only child screaming in the middle of the night. Imagine one baby screaming in the middle of the night, waking you out of a dead sleep...and also waking up the other baby. Both screaming. Who do you get first? You can't grab both, you'd break your neck going down the stairs. You take whoever is more frantic, go downstairs, place them on the couch with a drink of water, ditch them for the other baby, lather, rinse, repeat. Then change one bum, then the other. So how do you bring one up while the other still needs you? Wake up your spouse. If you're not sleeping, neither are they. Okay it's not that bad but it's happened.
Right now I'm listening to my daughter cry in her bed. I've got an anxious, almost panicky feeling. Don't..wake...the...other...baby! This is normal...and probably terrible for my blood pressure. I snap quite a lot easier than I used to. I get quite snarly with my boyfriend. He snarks back. I take it personally. Then after childish outbursts we make up. Yay parenthood! This is all I know.
But let me add that my parents have been an absolute godsend. Without them, we'd be completely broke and would never have any kind of social life or even see a movie or anything. Their generosity has brought me to actual tears on occasion. I am so lucky and I know it. And the twins just love them to bits right back.
But I wouldn't give any of it back...it's an otherwise awesome ride. I manage with my life, having twins because I have to. What am I going to do, not change their diapers? Give them cigarettes? Feed them sugarcube sandwiches? I'm not going to be one of those epic fail parents. And if the kids end up being weirdos, I'll blame it on the boyfriend.
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Agreed on all counts. Having a kid made me less patient (and I had a short fuse to begin with). The terrible twos start at 18 months and have continued at almost 2.5 months for my daughter. I don't get how some chicks like to be pregnant. I hated not being able to wear normal clothes. I hated being asked when the baby was due, if it was planned, and if I knew the sex. I considered wearing a T-shirt with all of the answers just so that people would stop asking their damn questions. Still, motherhood rocks and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
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