Updated: Apr 1
"It gets easier!"
In my two years with twins I have heard this phrase countless times. Newborns? Yep. It gets easier. Babies. Yep. Just wait until they're a little bigger, it'll be so much easier when you don't have to carry them around! And now toddlers. It must get easier, right? I'm not so sure about that today. Maybe tomorrow. There are definitely a few months of the newborn stage that my mind has blocked out. Lack of sleep and constant screaming left me in a dazed insanity. Babies that could coo and smile were adorable, but they couldn't really do anything and I always felt stuck (literally in my case because I had babies all through COVID). Now toddlers make me want to either return to the baby stage or jump right over this stage all together.
As I write this post my twin toddlers are "taking a nap". I put this in quotes because they are not really taking a nap... They are being contained. I have put them in their cribs, fit sleep sacks over them, turned off the lights and left the room. Normally, they fall asleep fairly quickly, but recently one of them has learned how to take off the sleep sack. She then strips off her pants, and wiggles right out of her little diaper. After all this effort she gets tired and wants to sleep but then cries because she has no diaper on. Do I leave her to fall asleep naked? Yes I do. Will I regret it when there is pee all over her bed? Probably.
The day-to-day life with toddlers is one of the most challenging things I have had to do in my life. I have rock climbed mountains, fought with the US government to get a Visa for my husband, and finished my degree with two newborns, but nothing compares to the draining exhaustion that comes from doing/cleaning/hearing/saying/feeling the exact same things every day. "Don't eat the dog food." "Don't throw that." "Why are you jumping on your sister?" "I just cleaned that!" "Get in the car." "Get off of the table." "No, we don't color on the dog." "Put that down." I swear the list goes on and on... except it's the same list every day. I am constantly trying to teach my children what to do and what is okay, but often times I feel like a flustered robot doing it. I can't even do a load of laundry without it being jumped on and thrown around the house.
A week later I am coming back to this post. This may have been one of the hardest weeks yet. My sisters call this time "an ode to toddlers". They sent me pictures of their "odes to toddlers" to keep my spirits up. Each photo was of a toddler doing pretty much what every toddler does: climbing, jumping off of dangerous things, playing with poop, being naked, and throwing cereal on the floor. Knowing that you are not alone really does lighten the load.
Three days ago while I sat enjoying doing nothing for a minute, I looked at my camera and saw both of my toddlers gig