Momma Told me that there’d be Days Like This
I owe you a post. A real post. Not just pictures and updates about all the neat stuff the boys are doing (which I’m behind on anyway), but something a little more, well like I said, real.
The boys want to do everything on their own. And they are getting good at it too. I’ve learned to let them and even encourage them, which I have to admit was a hard transition after 24 months of doing it all for them. They make sandwiches, pour drinks, drink out of “big boy” cups, take off and put on their own clothes (kinda). But at the same time, they still want to be my babies. They want to have every boo-boo kissed (I love doing this), be picked up constantly (are you kidding me?! especially when it’s both at the same time), and otherwise be catered to as if they didn’t know any better. They have also begun telling me “no!” when I ask them to pick something up. They listen better and yet less, all at the same time. They are fighting as much as they are loving each other which now includes biting, hitting and any form of physical combating available. There are obvious signs that Forest deliberately does things to agitate Logan. Logan does it to Forest but not as much or often. Despite being the physically bigger kid, Logan is a bit of a whiner. They now take an hour or more to fall asleep at night after being such great kids about going to bed at night. I even shortened their nap, but it didn’t fix much. They play with their food a lot more and make bigger messes at the table. I regularly wonder how I’m going to get through the day without loosing my mind with all the screaming and whining that’s going on around me. The outdoors usually helps, but we’ve even entered days when they just take all of that outside and I worry that the neighbors are going to call the cops on us.
Like all stages, it just doesn’t make much sense when people talk about it until you get there. I don’t know that I’d call this age terrible, but frustrating, exhausting and otherwise a challenge to my sanity – YES.
My old friend from high school said to me the other day something like, “you seem to be enjoying motherhood” and I replied back something like, “No I’m not.” I’m sure I was being like 80% of most parents going through this “stage”. And I felt like it was time to remind people who only know me from this blog or who only keep up with me here, there are unreasonably bad days and there are ecstatic good days. But I’m not going to write about all the bad days for the grandparents and their friends to read about. I can’t give them that satisfaction of knowing that their parental curse worked. I’m just kidding, Mom. Well, mostly.
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Remember, this passes fast as well in the big scheme of things and someday you will easily remember the good times, it is a little harder to remember the bad, but it all changes so fast and then they have grown and moved on to something new.
You don’t have to say anything, I know I told you so…
Shit. It never gets easier. Just different. Just easier on one hand, and harder on the other. What makes it easy is just give yourself a break every so often. Totally disrupt routine and throw it out the window. It’s just not easy raising twins; they’re tough. But, I can truly say once they start playing together — like 3.5, it becomes much more rewarding to see how they interact and oh the things they say and do with each other.
Hang in there. Hugs.
you took the words right out of my mouth! i actually have a post very similar to this in my drafts, debating whether or not to publish it. this truly is a hard phase – at times i feel at a complete loss at how to just get through it, let alone thrive.
maybe that means it’s time for more indian food?