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Living Through the Twinsanity
I was graced with twin daughters in September of 2005. Little did I know what was in store. My mother calls them "Her Little Retributions" - I call them "My Heart & Soul".
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I just returned from a weekend up in Tahoe with 2 other twin moms - NO children or husbands. It was stupendous.
Northern California Association of Mothers of Twins Clubs (NCAMOTC) has 2 conventions each year - spring & fall - where we can get together Friday through Sunday with other mothers of twins (or god bless them, higher order multiples). The conventions usually have a fun activity on Friday night and then workshops, keynote speaker during a luncheon & entertainment during a more formal dinner on Saturday. The are a ton of fun and provide an excuse for much needed respite from the household and family held within. This fall there wasn't a club in NCA that came forth to host the convention. There was a "Retreat" to Konocti Resort, but financially, I knew that wouldn't fly in this house. I also knew that several of my other friends felt the same way and we began concocting our own grandeose plans for a 3 person "convention" up at a friend's cabin in South Shore Tahoe. What began as ideas of heading to a hotel spa for massages, seeing the sights and dressing up fancy for a Saturday dinner became much less - and much more at the same time: Our massages at the spa became self-done manicures and homemade avocado/oatmeal/honey/milk facials. Our "seeing the sights" became myself & one other friend heading to the little shops in the "Vale" they've created at the bottom of Heavenly for a few hours while our other friend took a nap. Our "fancy dress-up dinner" on Saturday night became heading to The Brewery for a pizza. You might be thinking to yourself: wow, what a wasted weekend. It was nothing of the sort. While we performed the manicures/facials, we were able to lounge around and watch 3 - count them 3! - chick flicks (how did we see through the cucumbers you might ask? by cutting holes out of the center to see through :). I can't remember the last 3 movies I've seen let alone multiple in one weekend that didn't include animation and a musical soundtrack. During the shopping trip, I was able to finish Christmas shopping for 3 friends and get to know one better (luv ya Tracy) in the crisp, clean mountain air. And our trip to The Brewery (which only barely beat out calling for a pizza to be delivered) allowed us to enjoy a restaurant without sippy cups, crayons and multiple rounds of napkins. We were each able to dazzle each other with a meal, sleep with the windows cracked to smell the sweet earth as it rained in the forest around the cabin, have a giant slumber party and stay up chatting (yes there are 3 bedrooms, but where would the fun have been in each of us being alone!), read 5 chapters in a row in a book, go through my newest Rachel Ray magazine from cover to cover ALL AT ONE TIME, not have to worry about arranging my day around naps and meals for my girls, stay in my pj's a grand total of about 42 out of 48 hours of the weekend (Meg's total was 44), but most of all I was able to sleep through the night without any potty interruptions and wake up when my body said it was time! Why am I saying this? Not because I'm griping about what it's like at home, not because the girls are a handful and not because I feel guilty about leaving my family at home. I think it's really important - nay, necessary - for parents to get away from their house and children AND EACH OTHER occationally and just have "Me Time". The relaxation & sleep I obtained has made me a lot more patient to my 3 year old twins (I hear 3 is the new 2). My husband was reminded that even though sometimes it doesn't always LOOK like I get much done around the house, I actually do. And, well, the welcome I received from my beautiful girls when I got home was worth more than words can say. Who's next to escape? It's his turn :) My husband and a few friends are headed down to Milpitas for a weekend in a few weeks to hit Dave & Buster's (think adult Chuck E. Cheese but way WAAAAY cooler). He'll get some much needed rest, the sheer amount that he does around the house will come screaming to the forefront and the girls and I will be there waiting to welcome him home when he gets back. |