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Tales From A Twin Mom: I Lied, I Cried And Other Mommy Confessions

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 Tales From A Twin Mom:
I Lied, I Cried And Other Mommy Confessions

To become a mother of multiples is something completely unexpected, regardless of how you conceived them. I won’t sit here and tell you that it’s easy – or that you just swing into full gear and handle everything with grace, because that’s absolute rubbish. You don’t. It does eventually get easier as far as long, sleepless nights go, but the challenges become different. The moment you think you have mastered something, it changes drastically. You have to take the hits as they come and keep getting back up.

When asked how I survived the first two years with twins, I couldn’t help but smirk. Not because I had a wealth of knowledge, but because most days were a complete blur. I’m not proud of some of the things that I have done as a twin mom (let alone a mother of four), but in an effort to make you all see that we all go through the same thoughts, I have decided to confess. Here are a couple of my confessions…

1. I Played Hide and Seek

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I love games; and when my husband would come home, I would make an effort to keep playing them-even if he had no clue. Some days I would go to the bathroom the moment he got home. I would complain of a stomach ache that would have me imprisoned in my bathroom for a soothing 30 minutes. I know he realized I would update my status in the bathroom, but as long as I had a couple of minutes to myself, it was all good-even if there was a child camping out on the other side of the door!

1 Comment

  1. Erinn

    July 10, 2014 at 7:11 pm

    I’m going to give myself 3 1/2 out of 4! The only one I didn’t do was lie to other twin moms. It was the one safe environment that I felt ok to let it out. (I did however deceive the people that thought I was “super-mom”!)
    Well said!

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