It’s 8 a.m., and I’m telling my girls that they can switch jackets after lunch if they hate the ones they’re wearing so much. I’m arguing with them over who changed out of their nighties first yesterday and whose turn it is to go first today. I’m explaining to them that the toilet flushes at the same speed for both of them.
It’s 10 a.m., and I’m trying not to lose my mind over the fact that at 3 and a half, these girls refuse to feed themselves. One of them is sitting in front of the television with a full cup of yogurt just going to waste. The other has painted the couch in the stuff. I contemplate yelling at them and calling them names. But I don’t.
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One morning, I woke up, and I had twins. Herein you will find our stories, trials, tribulations and lessons learned. Places you can go and things you can do with little ones trailing behind you. How to be an adult after becoming a parent. Serene moments in parent life. And articles that may interest you, since everyone seems to want to tell us about how we're doing it wrong.
The short story? I'm a 28-year-old former television news producer who is now taking care of my two-year-old twin girls. I'm starting this blog because I read something on the internet that made me angry, and I wanted to share it with you.
