Following on from Going Out with the Boys

'Why didn't you ask them to move?' The Boy kept asking. I didn't have an answer. I never do unless I talk it out. It's really irritating. Unless I talk through something out loud, I sometimes don't understand why I feel the way I feel.

The comments to my post about being annoyed by the people on the bus made me want to blog. I didn't know why. When I blog, I just write, stream of consciousness style until the end, at which point I find out what I'm driving at. This time, I didn't feel like I'd gotten to the end.

Then the Boy's interrogation started. 'Why?' He kept asking. 'Why didn't you just ask someone to move?'

I am strong, confident, happy.

But children wear you down. That sounds negative without being intentional. Being a parent, particularly to identical twin boys, makes you conspicuous. And it is hard. People


watch. They want to see what will happen. Will the boys flip out? How will the mother deal with it? At least that's how it feels to me.

And when you're sub five foot with 27lbs identical twins in a stroller and in a carrier, you draw attention enough. So you just want to get from A to B. Because you've already run for the bus with a kid on your back. And because they're knackered and you'll have to feed them their lunch in the stroller and with one still strapped to your back.

That's why I didn't ask one of the able bodied women to move. I have enough on my plate without dealing without confrontation.