Getting Out with Non-Walking Twins

every day, the boys wake from their first nap, we go out locally for about ninety minutes, come home, they play for another hour or so, after which they go down for a nap, and then we rinse and repeat for the afternoon slot until bedtime. If I'm feeling adventurous, I might feed them out so then we get about three hours in the big wide world. The monotony is a killer.

So when the boys are going through a good patch, I'll say to myself, 'I'm going to risk it and go meet a friend somewhere' or 'I've wanted to take the boys to X for ages' and I'll give it again. Invariably the outcome is that I'm grateful to have survived, impressed that I achieved it, and amazed we're all alive.

Today I went to hither green and took the boys to a Cantonese sing along session. Not too far but difficult enough on the bus. It's probably taken me fifty minutes in both directions.

With two there are two personalities to juggle. For example, one refused to nap and kept the other up so we had two tired monkeys. And then there are problems specific to having twins, particularly two big lads who still don't walk.

Today I:
- ran to catch the first bus with a kid on my back. Why don't I push a double? Because the bus has refused to let me on before with a double.
- fed both kids on the bus (classy family); aforementioned kid was still on my back at the time.
- had a guy take pity on me in the sing along and he picked up Baby A during one of the songs where we were supposed to dance with the sprogs.
- arrived at the library to be faced with steps. I've never hated steps as much as I do these days. So I picked up my single stroller and carried it up (with aforementioned baby still strapped to my back).
- stood on the bus with aforementioned baby strapped to me whilst four people sat in the priority seats ignoring / staring at me for the 20-minute bus ride.

All three of us are exhausted.