Get What’s Yours: 11 Things That Are Just For Me

When you’re a mom who’s home with the babies all. day. long, it’s easy to believe that your life has been taken hostage by the tiny people who can’t even walk or talk yet. You give everything to the little thumb-suckers and it makes you believe that you have no life, no friends, and nothing left that’s yours.

How wrong we all are to think such nonsense!

Sure, your bed is still the sanctuary and oasis it’s been since the kids were born, but now everything from your meals to your sanity seems as if it was taken from you. Even your sense of time is robbed. Like, I don’t even know what day it is unless I have a bill due. My girls will be one year old soon and I feel like they just slid out of me a couple of months ago.

This sense of removal from everything you love and hold close to you – aside from your children, of course – is a hell of a lot to come to terms with. But we haven’t lost it all, moms. In order to keep ourselves from crushing our own identities, we should remember what is truly ours and cling to it like the climbing monkeys our babies are.

I do a lot for my babies, but I also do a lot for myself without even realizing it. Instead of wallowing in the memories of hitting the gym or hitting up happy hour, I’m choosing to look at what I enjoy, aside from getting giggles from my pups.

Coffee
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When the girls are asleep in their car seats and Mama’s heading home, there’s no moment that compares to driving through the Starbs window and ordering a half-sweet dirty chai. Mmm, this indulgence is well deserved.

8:00 – 11:00 pm2

Between the hours of 8pm and 11pm, this time is all mine. I can do whatever I want, whether that means getting my thrills from the simplicities of a hot shower, cozy pjs, and cuddling during a stream of TOSH.O, or flying solo on a trip to Costco. WOOOOO!

Vanilla Body Wash3

I don’t spend too much time primping myself anymore. Mom buns, majorly-chipped nail polish, and stubbly legs are my new normal. But when I get in that shower and pop open my vanilla body wash, I feel like a new woman! One that takes the time to indulge in beauty and luxury.

Netflix Queue4

Let’s line ’em up. What’ll it be tonight? The Mindy Project, Nashville, Gilmore Girls, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, or Once Upon A Time? Doesn’t matter, they’re all my guilty pleasures, for my entertainment only, and are SO FAR FROM NURSERY RHYMES I COULD DANCE WITH GLEE. Only I don’t dance. Too tired.

Doing Groceries5

I do love me some fresh produce, samples, and the freedom that our local food mart provides. Until you become a parent, you’ll never understand how much joy this daily outing can bring to your life. Food is life, and among it you’ll find bliss… and chocolate and ice cream.

Skyrim6

Fully charged controller? Check. Fuzzy blanket? Check. Beer? Check! Let’s do this. When there is nothing in my way – no deadlines, no sports games, and no demanding infants – I take to the PS4 and commit myself for TWO WHOLE HOURS (or more, if I’m lucky!) to conquering caves, dragons, and quests. The mental break and escape from reality that this game provides rivals a long-forgotten pleasure: shopping with a disposable income!

Radio Privileges7

Babies can’t drive. Babies can’t talk. Therefore, they have no say and no opinion on whether they want to listen to my Adele CD or JACK FM or the Across The Universe soundtrack. Cry all you want, you’re gonna fall asleep anyways.

Instagram8

Since I love my girls so much, I can’t help but share them with the world. Yes, I know, proud mommy here. But really, I’m getting my jollies from building up my audience for this blog, and I don’t care who knows it! Not only that, but I love the detachment of wasting time scrolling through the lives of others. Oooo, that fancy restaurant looks amazing! That deep-fried thing also looks great! Honestly, I mostly look at food and babies.

Candy Crush9

This has been a thing for me pre-twins. I’ll never let it go, and I’ll never apologize for it. Send me more lives, people!

Writing10

This blog is all mine. Muah ha ha! It’s my outlet, my punching bag, and my confidante. I love it and it…hates me sometimes because I often ignore it, but it always forgives.

Barre + Cycle
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A super new thing that’s mine is this very weird, but very tough, fitness trend – barre. I normally hate working out, especially since becoming so burnt out from baby-wrangling I can barely walk, but this might work out. I don’t know. For the next 30 days, I’m committing myself and will try to push aside the guilt of leaving the girls to do something for me. The June 30 Day Challenge is a super big thing that I just learned about at The Dailey Method (in the Glebe). Um, and can someone please join me so that I don’t do this alone? Wah!

So, those are my things. Aaaaand it makes me super happy to remember them all during the long and tiring, teething, and growing toddler days.

What are your things? I chose 11 because that’s the date of my girls’ 1st birthday, next month! But, I’d really love to hear any number of mom things.

Take control of your things!

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

I don’t know much about babies, but mine seem to get bored easily. In the daily debate of who gets to do what, their restlessness is a constant counter to my laziness and always is the winning argument.

While circulating through the same routine every day, they never last more than 15 minutes on an activity before getting mad at me. Simply for not knowing they’re bored again. One minute they’re happily playing, and the next they’re soooo over it.

Just because you babies grew from my insides does not mean I can read your tiny minds!

In my attempt to satisfy their cravings for constant excitement and spontaneity, I’ve discovered that they’re happiest away from home than in it. I know it’s because everywhere we go they’re treated like mini celebrities. They love meeting their adoring fans, signing autographs, and getting their photo taken. And since we live in this beautifully vicious country that is Canada, this really tests my desire to hermit.

Schlepping two babies around in the winter is exhausting. All I want to do when it’s cold outside is cuddle with them and binge Netflix, but try taming a squirmy infant.

AND THEY’RE AT THE MOST AWKWARD AGE EVER.

They can’t walk, but have the personality that lets you know you’re their bitch and have to carry their tiny asses to the car. They can’t talk, but with one look you can tell they’re judging the crap out of you for being lazy. They won’t cuddle, but will whine until you pick them up, just so they can claw at your eyeballs and climb up your body a la King Kong.

I’m not going to list the ways we need to prep to get the babes from the house to the car, but it’s extensive. And even though it’s minus 15 degrees, by the time you get them to the car you’re a sweaty mess. Mom tip: just stick to a disheveled bun and relatively clean face when you leave the house. With twins, spending time on hair or make-up during ANY season is an indulgence. Just like the doughnuts you cram into your face the moment you find the closest Tim’s.

There are not many places you can bring a double stroller to in the winter. Forget about the niche-y book or clothing stores or trendy coffee shops. Forget about the park, walking paths, or any outdoor hobby. And you can forget about taking them to any fun place for children, because they’re lumps. The only options you have are malls and major department stores, like IKEA or Canadian Tire. “Baby want some new wiper blades?”

Unless you’re my offspring and it’s two votes against one, there is no way I will leave the house during winter. These twinfants keep me from hibernating like the mama bear I am. They get me off the couch, out of sweats and into yoga pants, and moving towards civilization. I am a vertical member of society – and an unenthusiastic contributor to big-box income – because of their motivational whines.

Winter can bite my cellulite-ridden ass.

Just Do It

“Wow. Twins. How do you DO it?”

Somehow having twins makes you really popular and you make lots of new, random street friends with lots of opinions. Aside from the opinions no mother wants about simply raising one child, you get double the input with twins.

I’m asked many repetitive questions about #twinlife, like “Are they twins?”, “How old are they?” and “Can I touch them?” I am also asked the “How do you do it?” question a lot. And I never have any answer, even though they’re kind of being rhetorical about it.

Family & friends? A helpful spouse? Eating cookies in the closet?

When I really thought of an answer, all I could come up with is you just DO. I don’t think there’s a twin mama out there that knows how its done. You just have no choice. This is your life. These are your children. You can’t wallow. You don’t take a moment to think, “Motherf***er! This is stressful. How DO I DO it?” Because if you do, you unravel. Your focus crumbles. Your ability to mom is interrupted.

Raising twins is the biggest marathon you’ll ever run. If you stop to look around and catch your breath, you’ll forever be playing catch-up.

Determination and willpower. These are two key ingredients to keeping you on your feet and hurling you towards being the best twin mom you can be.

But what if you’re a twin mom who’s also trying to get fit? Finding a little leftover determination or willpower is like finding a four-leaf clover! So at the end of the day you eat that pizza, drink the wine, and sit on your widening ass, because there ain’t much more determination or willpower left in the tank. And you go to bed happy and proud knowing you survived another day.

Only 6,311 days until graduation.

Time Warp

Every day is a marathon.

With the girls getting older and staying awake for longer stretches of time, each day seems endless. While the day is not task-a-lackin’, I find myself glancing at the clock and thinking, “It’s only 9 am!?”

Between feeds, diaper changes, nap times, dishes, playtime, and making myself a tea, time becomes a bizarre concept. The same routines, lasting different durations. What would seemingly take an hour has only taken 15 minutes.

WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Yesterday I was Super Mom. I completed every routine task; bums, bottles, chores. I also squeezed in baking cookies, grinding salt with my 15th century mortar and pestle, story time, and blog writing. This would all seem impossible two months ago, or would take all freaking day to accomplish. Now, I get everything done before noon. The hours drag, yet each hour is not without things to do.

Either I’m finally getting a knack for motherhood or something else is causing this phenomenon.

I have a theory. For the first six months after popping a slippery loaf (or two!) out of your own personal glove box, your brain is a good-for-nothing vat of mush. After this period of time, the brain begins to solidify into the reliable friend it once was.

The twins are now eight months old. Therefore, the brain requires much more stimulation than it did four months ago.

SO that’s my theory. I’m just bored.

In this time warp that is stay-at-home parenting, I somehow have lots of time, yet no time at all.

 

Early Mornings

This morning I woke up at 7 am to a symphony of high-pitched squeals and incoherent babbling. This is the hour my girls usually decide to seize the day. For me, I groggily and reluctantly peel myself out of bed, put on my glasses, and greet the girls.

Some of you may be thinking, “7am! That’s nothing. I wake up at 5:30 am every day. I pump some iron, read a book, make myself a smoothie, and bike five miles into work before you’ve even put on pants.” If that’s the case, fuck lucky you.

While 7 am is the time the day begins, it’s not the first time I am waking up. Between my hubf (hubby/boyfriend) and myself, we usually get out of bed four or more times in a night. They go to bed around 7:30 pm. We go to bed around 10:30 pm. We wake at 11:30 pm, 1 am, 3:30 am, and 5 am. They don’t require much soothing, but it certainly keeps us from entering a deep sleep. When 7 am rolls around, it may as well be 2 am.

When I peek around their bedroom door to say good morning, the babes give me the biggest smile you’ll ever see. Seriously, you gotta have a baby just to see such a genuine smile. This temporarily perks me up before going to warm their bottles and take a piss.

While the bottles heat up, I put my hair up in a bun for fear of baby tugs and premature baldness and begin the diaper routine. If one has poop in it, I feel guilty for it not being changed sooner. Maybe one of those times in the night they woke up and had pooped and I never realized it oh god I’m a Bad Mom. If there are no poops I feel relieved. Lately, diapering is not as chill as it used to be. At 8 months old, these girls have way too much energy and can’t handle the 30 seconds of stillness required to obtain vaginal freshness. Instead, they decide to roll over and crawl away. Every step of the process is extended by the struggle of continuous flipping and pinning.

Now comes the first feed of the day. If working alone, feeding requires creativity. So I strap each girl into their car seats. One on each side of me, one bottle in each hand, I stare blankly ahead and try to process the first 15 minutes of the day.

I consider making coffee. Not much consideration required.