Mom To The Rescue!

This will be in Dear Daughter’s Easter Basket!

How much could possibly go wrong while getting two kids, twins, ready for school? More than you could ever imagine. Dear Daughter informed ME that she didn’t have any clean clothes, and that I must not have done laundry for a week. Listen up kid, you don’t even know what a week’s worth of  laundry looks like. It’s called an avalanche! The Easter Bunny will bring you a surprise this year!

Rocket Boy informs me five minutes before the school bus arrives,  that he needs an empty shoe box for an art project. Why sure, I happen to have a stack of empty shoe boxes, which one do you want? Again, Mom to the rescue!

It’s no wonder my brain is so fragmented, and sleep is a rarity. The Mommy brain not only undergoes hormonal changes constantly, but her brain is usually running on overload. She is the glue, the counselor, the planner, the dog walker, the chef and now that spring has sprung, the yard-master.

It was a mutual decision that I would be a stay at home Mom after years of battle in the work world. BUT, I never knew what it would actually be LIKE to raise kids, I only saw it from a distance, the nieces, nephews, neighbors and friends, they made it look so manageable.

Then, enter, two screaming infants, along with one middle aged Mom, a precise recipe for exhaustion. Now I see why people space their kids apart, one at a time. But the fertility gods didn’t see it that way for me, oh no, this lady is getting two, one of each, I hope she’s ready.

My kids fighting over basically anything!

Having kids is more like this!

When Summer break gets here, and it’s coming fast, the Mom becomes the activity planner,the driver, the coach and the battle warrior.  My kids are similar to little Barbarians when it comes to a disagreement. It’s a rare occurence when I hear them being civil to one another.  Is it the nature of twins?  Or could it be hormonal activity revving up in the tween orbit?  Could it be that boys and girls just don’t get along?

I dreamed that after they gained some maturity, I could at least stay put in a lawn chair by the pool for a good ten minutes or so. NOPE, that’s not the way it is!  I relish my time with the kids in school, just me and the dogs. Come Summer, all hell breaks loose. I predict that this summer I will hear MOM, approximately 25 times per day, times 2! I will hear it through closed bathroom doors, windows, and the walls of our very quaint home.

I know, I know they grow up so fast and then you’ll miss them. And the only response to this is, “It’s five o’clock somewhere!” Poolside anyone?