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A lady stopped me as I chased our girls into church last Sunday.  And I mean chased.  I was literally running down the crazy one as she dodged elderly patrons who were trying to exit the building.  But before I could catch hold of her collar, an older woman stopped me.  "Are they twins?" She asked.  They were in matching dresses on this occasion.    

"Yes, they are," I replied trying to keep my eyes on the escapee.  

"What a wonderful blessing.  You are just so lucky."

She was very genuine and very sweet.  I should probably mention here that I am not a saint.  Working on it, not there yet.  Luckily, my first response got lost in the noise of the foyer, and on my second attempt, I simply agreed with her.  "Yes, I am blessed."  

I am.  I really am.  But as another twin parent once said about their twins, "They are a blessing I wouldn't wish on anyone."  It's the truth.  I am so, so happy we have them, but wow.  I met another twin mom last week.  Her twins are five.  Ours our three.  "Does it get easier?" I asked hopefully.  She just looked at me.

"I don't want to get your hopes up," she told me.  "But maybe my twins are just a little "extra," you know?"

Oh, I know.  

Today, I stood in the kitchen watching one girl pull her pants down to pee on a tree.  The other one ran in and out of the house three times.  Each time she came in, she was panicking that she had to poop, but then the urge would pass and she would run back outside.  Finally, she tore back into the house and sat on the toilet.  At the same time, the one peeing outside was suddenly very concerned about her pants and underwear.  They were down around her ankles and she was walking across the yard frantic that she couldn't get them back up.  I started toward her when the twin in the bathroom started panic yelling from the toilet.  What do you do?  Run outside and help the naked baby that might have peed on herself and can't get her pants up?  Or run to the bathroom and help the naked baby who may have pooped before she decides to run out and find you?  Or option three, stay put and see how things play out?  

It's a choose your own adventure story every single day.  So yes, we are blessed.  Very blessed.  But darn it, it's harrrrrd.  

Although, it's possible that our girls might just be a little "extra."       

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