Twice the Chaos and Twice the Humor

Hi everyone. It has been a while since I have posted anything. My girls are so active that I hardly have time. I hope to write more frequently but for now I wanted to share an article that I wrote for my town’s magazine.¬†

Ray Romano once said, ” Having children is like living in a frat house. Nobody sleeps, everything’s broken, and there’s a lot of throwing up. I wholeheartedly agree with this quote because it is true. Life with kids can get . . . messy. It’s the joyous moments in the midst of the chaos that matter.

I personally have decided to just embrace the mess because if I don’t, it will swallow me whole. I am the mother of 20-month-old twin girls, and life with twins can get extremely . . . ¬†interesting. There’s hardly any downtime, my hair usually looks like a lion’s mane and I quite often wear my daughters’ food as an accessory.

People frequently ask me how I survived the first year of raising twins. I would love to say that it was a breeze, and that I did it all on my own, but for me, part of being a parent is remaining 100 percent honest, because you aren’t going to do other mothers a favor by sugarcoating the truth.

I got through my daughters’ first year of life by believing that “raising a kid takes a village.” With the support of my husband, our families and our friends, I was able to remain as well rested as possible, making me better equipped to handle any situation thrown at me.

Along with this, having a good sense of humor goes a long way when it comes to parenting. Having twins has allowed me to see the absurdity that accompanies raising young children. I have been that mother who wears a plastered smile while holding an unruly child in the supermarket, as she thrashes about because her mother wouldn’t allow her to eat a plastic bag. I have been that mother who laughs anxiously and apologizes to a perfect stranger because her 1-year-old slapped her bottom while waiting in line at a department store. I have been that mother who goes out in public wearing her husband’s clothes because she just didn’t have the time to find an outfit that fit her post-pregnancy body.

I find that the best medicine for a hard day is laughter. Try to find the humor in every situation. I guarantee that when you remove yourself from the chaos, it won’t be hard to find.