The sun has been a sweet gift these past two days, I was sinking into the winter blahs a few days ago – ready to roll over in defeat, why bother trying to find happiness? The gloomy, never ending days with winter storms were getting me down. I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling I was over whelmed and out of my element with six kids at home for another snow day.
Everyone in my house seems to take notice when I fail to succeed in my duties as mom. Not often do I get a “thank you for drying my mittens last night,” or “thanks mom, for cleaning the toilet.” Forget to make dinner and everyone is out to get me. As moms we spend our days doing what feels like a thankless job with everyone else in the house working against us. Sunday morning I endured a crying melt down from Joshua, lasting for over 45 minutes prior to arriving at church. All that fuss over the fact that he had to wear “girl” underwear! Really dude? It was clean! Rest assured it is not that we lack “boy” appropriate underwear, it was simply the outcome of a very busy week – my priority was clean clothes. Period. Not equal amounts of gender specific underwear.
Since I have shared birth stories and birthday prayers before, I thought perhaps today I could share a few thoughts and discoveries about being a mom to twins in honour of their birthday. Not that I feel more special than any other type of mom just simply I have done the twin thing twice and survived both times until their second birthdays. So I feel like might I have something worthy to share, maybe, perhaps?