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Not Alone

 "Before you leave, clean up your mess on the table.  You just spilled milk everywhere."  I was talking to my six-year-old.  

He responded by lying across the table with his chest to soak up the spill with his shirt.  Welcome to my life, and a quick shout out to mom's everywhere.  I'm here for you.  Really, I am.  

I had a friend tell me the other day that she loves reading my blog because it makes her kids seem much more normal and mellow.  (Although, her daughter was stashing used kitty litter under her dresser, so I don't know...)  Kids have their own unique level of crazy.  It's comforting to know, we as parents, are in this together.  

I'm pretty confident that our twins are a special kind of challenging.  I'm not sure why that is.  My husband must have been a tough toddler because surely they don't take after me.  Our most recent evening with the girls went down like this: Emerson was wearing a pretty barrette in her hair.  Carter wanted it.  Carter pulled it and much hair off of Emerson's head.  Emerson screamed in rage and pain.  I took the barrette from Carter and replaced it on Emerson's head while Carter screamed in rage.  Carter still wanted the barrette so she marched over to Emerson and shoved her in the chest with both hands as hard as she could.  Emerson's face was pure shock as she flew backwards.  Her fall was only broken by a toy stroller and a pile of stuffed animals.  Carter was disciplined and both girls were screaming and crying.  Two minutes later they were back to BFFs and playing "hide under the bed so mom can't put us in PJs."  

My head was still spinning, and now I had to shimmy myself under a bed to try to catch an arm or a leg of a toddler who had plastered herself against the wall.  Once caught it's a wresting match to get said toddler in pajamas.  I'm sweating.  She's laughing.  I'm exhausted.  She wants to do gymnastics.  I still have one toddler to go.  

Bedtime.  They force themselves to poop three times so they can get up and not get in trouble.  They get up sixteen more times and do get in trouble.  They finally fall asleep half dressed, upside down on their beds surrounded by books and dolls and no blankets.  I can't wait to do this again tomorrow.     

You are not alone.  

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2022 at 6:28 AM

    Ohhh friend i DO love your blog. I feel your struggles and I'm happy to report that with a chaperone there's been no more stashing of used cat litter under her dresser, for now anyway..... awwww the joys of parenting.... lol

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