Having a normal life

One of the hardest things about twin life is trying to have a normal life. Popping to the shops and manoeuvring two infants is no easy feat. There is no grabbing your wallet, keys and shoes to pick up a point of milk. There is trying to work out who is more likely to kick off and and at what time.

Today the Boy took the day off and we headed over to governors island, about which I'll post separately. It's a wee, pedestrian only island that you access by getting on a ferry for ten minutes. It was a logistical nightmare.

I feel we live each day a lot more fully now with twins. Everything - and I mean everything is hard - is hard. But there are more extremes. The successful activities or events were great but when it all good wrong, it's a nightmare.

Today, for instance, I cried twice and today as considered a good day. Finally enough neither time was whilst we were out but rather when we were home.

I also had a beer tonight. I definitely never used to have a drink on a school night, but everything is all change.