All tagged twin parenthood
I was at the dentist this week for the 4th time in 2 weeks and needless to say, it’s been a little crazy lately. But as I was getting the numbers for some dental/ortho work going on for our family, I joked to the dentist and said, “It’s about time I go back to work. For real.” He smiled at me as my two toddlers wrestled on the dental office floor, and said “You have your hands full. You have forever to work. Enjoy them.” I smiled like I always do when someone says to me “Wow, you have your hands full.” We payed our bill, and walked out. And I woke up this morning and had a thought. And this is how it went.
Most men are potty trained by 30 right?
This is what my best friend told me in an effort to make me laugh instead of cry while I was about to hide in my bedroom amongst the rage I felt on day 8 of potty training my twin boys.
Messages between besties. I like it.
Potty training is tricky. It’s shitty. And I’m kind of over it.
I don't take Xanax. But if I'm being real, it would've been nice.
However, here’s a very precise breakdown to our potty training victory. What works, what doesn’t. And why patience is the single most important tool in potty training. Oh, and vodka.
Last night I borderline made out with my boys. Not really, but you get me. We kissed goodnight, we did hugs, and it went on and on for what felt like hours. I didn’t want to stop. Neither did they. As I snuggled them together in a group mommy hug across both cribs, I said out loud while looking up at the ceiling, “Thank you God for tonight. For this. For my family. For this love. I said “night night” to the twins, blew them a kiss and I walked out.
I’m overly affectionate. Most people that know me, know this about me. I like hugs. Kissing. Touching. Holding. All of it. It makes me calm. Makes my heart feel settled. Feels like love.