This whole walking thing has brought me to a new level of craziness and lack of control over my children (if I ever consider there was any). Some of you have had twins before, some with an older sibling, and some of have multiple kids - how on earth do you go to the playground anymore? I am such an out of control spectacle. I usually just have to leave Ashton to fend for himself while I run after Phoenix, until I remember that Ashton tries to eat everything (like you couldn't guess that by looking at him). So the other day, when I remembered to look over at Ashton, he's red in the face and choking on something. So I run to him and right as I'm about to sweep his mouth, he throws up all over me because a leaf was stuck in his throat. So I have to run to the stroller to get some wipes to clean up me and the mess. Meanwhile, I look over and see Phoenix climbing up the play equipment (we don't have stairs, I didn't know he could do them) and almost ready to plummet off the side so I have to sprint over to him. Then I'm realizing that Cash has decided to run off and play on the grass which freaked me out because I couldn't find him for a minute so I'm running around looking for him ... at which point I'm sure all the other parents there are just thinking "lady, you are in way over your head" and I decide it's definitely time to leave.
I have no idea how to do it! But we have to get out of the house. And if I didn't have Cash, I wouldn't think we'd have to go to the playground at all, and in fact sometimes I try to just go on walks at the park and see how many times I can circle around before Cash is dying to go to the playground and wondering why in the world we're not stopping. It was so much easier before they were mobile.
And then - we attempted the beach again. While this looks like it should have been fun, it wasn't.
It was worse. Much, much worse. I told Ryan we were just supposed get over the sand eating. He told me there are parasites in the sand. Great. The babies kept crawling into the water, of course eating everything, and then the last straw was the sand in the eyes and the rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, until they were both screaming, screaming, screaming. There's just no way to clean them off. And then if you attempt to clean them off, you can't set them down anywhere... and then how do you pack up all your stuff... I don't know. And then getting everyone clean enough and changed for the car... and it all pretty much ends up like this:
We decided we're just not going for another year.
Well, actually, for the last little while all I keep saying to myself is when my mom comes, when my mom comes. Then I'll try to go do something again. She comes next week for another month. Did I mention how excited I am? I begged her to help give me one more push to get through this first year (second year starts in July and is supposed to be better), and Ryan is on call three weekends in May - meaning he's pretty much working for an entire month straight. Not fun.