Sudden empathy with all those who have twins or children very close in age... It is the endless play-date in my house right now. You know, the kind of day when you realise pretty quickly that your toddler is *going* to keep wacking and/or clawing their little friend, and the only thing for it is for everyone to go home, in spite of how much fun the mamas are having or how much the toddlers actually like each other's company. Only we all live here!
One evening the respective mamas had threatened to either shut one toddler in the kitchen, or drop the other out of the window. Martin ended up throwing one on his back and one on his front, and taking them both out for a walk. A friend asked if they didn't keep grabbing at one another over his shoulders. "Nope," he replied stoically, "they were *just* out of each other's eyeline..."
The daft thing is, they ask for each other about a zillion times a day. Connor actually wakes up shouting, "where Ro-ro?!" Rowan goes to bed unwillingly, wailing for Connor. But they are toddlers, with all that implies about property rights and personal boundaries. Us mamas are literally BEAMING with gratitude and relief that after a week they appear to be stomping and yelling at each other more often than shoving and kicking.
I thought I was pretty acomplished at toddler wrangling. *sigh* I was very wrong. I used to desperately want twins - and now I'm pretty nervous about the prospect of hearing two little heartbeats in there next week (what if?) - two toddlers at the same time is fabulous and hilarious but it is The Most Exhausting Thing I Have Ever Done. Bar nothing.
The mamas who do this all day every day? They get a huge round of applause from me today. Well done you. Please tell me - how do you do it? Emma and I could do with your survival tips.