I have struggled at times with whether or not to write about some of the challenges I face in my day to day life. I don't like to dwell on the negative, but a fair and honest representation of life with 3 kids under 3 is not always a barrel of laughs.
I don't think my boys are any worse than others, it's just that there are two of them, so their 'two-ness' is so ongoing. And I also realize that other people/mothers are just a lot better at this business, and it is more a reflection of my shortcomings than anything else. I can't even fathom families with more multiples! Bless all their hearts!
Luckily I have a husband who adores his children and makes a real effort to spend time with them. There are times when his patience and tenderness are an inspiration.
The constant NEED of two year olds is what can be so completely overwhelming at times. The constant need for attention and entertainment.
The constant need for supervision is a big one with me. If I turn my back for a second bad things happen. Some just annoying like taking a bite out of all the apples in the bowl or unplugging the tv, but some a little scary like escaping from the yard or running onto the road or hiding in the car.
They have a constant need to get their own way, or whine and scream when they don't. They seem to need to throw food on the floor at every meal. Regardless of any time/effort I put into making dinner, or not.
Or they need to fight over whatever toy the other has.
I could go on and on here...
I don't think my life is terrible, nor do I think my kids are terrible (usually). It's just the way that it takes everything you have to get through the day sometimes in ways you never expected before you became a parent. I expect (hope, cling to the notion) that things get easier, at least to some degree, as they get older. In the meantime, we just keep on keeping on...
(The baby is now awake and crying and the boys have thrown their lunch, and shirts on the floor)