Sometimes I hate having twins. There I said it. Computer did not explode, nor did I.
Every week, while I’m enjoying my “vacation time” at work, I tell myself, this weekend, I’m going to really commit to spending quality time with my kids, rather than dreaming up ways to avoid them. The funny thing is, I really WANT to spend quality time with them. Part of me genuinely longs for them, when I’m away. So why don’t I rush home Friday night looking forward to spending a weekend in twin-toddler-land?
Let me tell you why…
This weekend, as I often do, I planned an outing with my children. I do this to avoid the inevitable consequences of staying home; including trying to impress upon them the oven is not a toy, general destruction to my home, repeated tantrums, and finally, me hiding in another part of the house with my laptop, overwhelmed, and convinced I’m a horrible mother.
After careful research, I concluded the best-timed outing this weekend would be to one of the many story-times that were being run for Dr. Suess’s birthday. After the usual lengthy period of getting ready, including pleading with them to let me get ready so that we can leave, we drive off. Mind you, by “me getting ready” I mean brushing my dirty hair, putting sneakers on, drinking a cold cup of tea that I’ve microwaved three times, and making sure my pajamas can pass for “sweats”).