People often say to me “I don’t know how you do it with twins” and truth be told, I don’t either. Most days I get by as best as I can. However, I learned early on that I can’t put the unrealistic expectation of trying to do everything high up on my list, nearly all of my time is devoted to physically looking after the girls and Little Man.
For example, on Wednesday I got woken about 5:30am and from then on my day was about making food, continued tidying, trying to clean and caring for the three munchkins – including plenty of play and cuddle time. I really struggled, especially because it was nearly forty degree heat by 10am and our house is like an oven, except in winter that is when it likes to become one large draft. (Great, I must be getting old *touches neck*, “is that a draft?”). I felt pretty sick, I still had a touch of a cold and some evil plant close by was giving me horrendous hayfever, but I didn’t stop until the girls second nap time around 2pm. I had my lunch and tried to convince Little Man that he needed a rest.
By the time Hubby got home the house was such a state that he took to thoroughly cleaning it and maybe I should feel bad about that but I don’t. Some days it simply comes down to having a really clean house or the kids basic needs being met and I know which is my priority. (I’m not saying a clean house isn’t a basic need but somewhere, sometimes, something has to give). He didn’t grumble either because we’re a team, a fact we regularly remind each other of.
Later that evening we had tea together in our relatively sparkling house while our three beautiful children slept happily in their beds. It felt wonderful knowing we both played a huge part in that.