Having twins is hard. Sometimes I need to allow myself to say this. I put so much pressure on myself to get the house clean, laundry caught up, and dinner on the table that I forget that normally women have one baby at a time, not two. And two babies at a time is HARD. Saying it doesn't mean I love them any less, it just means that I need to cut myself some slack sometimes.
Well, today I had a moment that just put things into perspective. At first when I saw myself in this moment I thought, "Good gracious Malisa! You need to get more organized! This is ridiculous!"
And then when I realized what I must look like, I laughed out loud.
I had just finished making Emily lunch and she was at the table with her plate. Elsie had been sleeping in her car seat from picking Emily up from preschool, and was beginning to stir. Eli was happy, but quickly turned impatient and hungry. So here I was, totally hungry myself, and realizing that if I didn't find a way to eat now, it could be another hour or more before everybody was fed, dry, and rested.
I managed to nurse Eli while standing at the stove, furiously cramming Mac and Cheese in my mouth, all why rocking Elsie in her car seat and listening to the new song Emily learned at preschool.
Yep. It looked and felt like total chaos. And I've used the word chaos so much in the past week that Emily can now spout out a Webster's worthy definition. But that's the way life is right now. God gave us twins because He knew we could handle it. But that doesn't mean that He doesn't get a big chuckle out of it sometimes as well. There are many times that Scott and I look at each other in the midst of crazy matching poopy diapers, or while holding SCREAMING babies and say that we're glad we're in it together. And as long as we remember to laugh in the middle of the craziest moments, I think we'll be okay!
I just walked in to Emily's room where she should have been asleep. But she was chewing something. When I asked her about it, she pulled an apple slice (from lunch) out of her dress pocket and said, "Mom, I think you need a big pocket full of apples. Then you could eat your food easier." Oh my gosh. This kid cracks me up!