I’ve been reading a lot of blogs about being a mummy whose subject matter ought to be dry, but isn’t. In fact, there are many which have made me laugh out loud.
I know a blog is a work in progress, but mine is all jumbly and a bit serious and I would like that to change. I mean- I don’t seem actually to blog about so much mummy stuff. We have so much else going on as well as being twin mummies.
Here then, cometh a post about tantrums.
I mean take this morning. This morning this I was alone with the girls at bathtime. I think this wash the first time I REALLY lost my shit with Olive.
I’m upset that I did that, but to try and smooth over my wounded mummy ego, let’s poke fun.
Clever, eh? It is a catharsis.
So mummy AW has gone out to the market to buy some more stuff. I left with the simple job of bathing and dressing the children.
Except it’s not. Because there I’m really bad at loads of bits of being a mum. One of those bits it would seem, is everything to do with managing the twins. I’m a touchy-feely attachment parenting sort of mum and usually try to handle tantrums with warmth and support and empathy as well as talking about it. but I am
not a super human.
So LPI got in the bath when she was supposed to. Lovely. Except that when AW left for the market, LPO was fighting with me about the toothbrush and the toothpaste. I’m really not sure what she was upset about but she went on and on until Mummy AW came back. It was a full 40 minutes and I did not manage to get LPO and LPI ready for the day. Not by a looooong shot.
I reflect on my mothering skills on days like these and think I must be doing something wrong. Should I have done all that military baby whisperer /Gina Ford training? I didn’t because I don’t like it, but I do feel self conscious about our girls’ free spirits and strong wills (those are always used as euphemisms, aren’t they?!)
Things we do that aremet moth bafflement are as follows: there is the continued breastfeeding and the carrying. There is the co-sleeping. I’m selective about whom I tell. I know other children of this age who’re totally weaned. They are really compliant or walk without fussing. They can use a potty. Ours can be really very clingy. And of course, they are *extremely expressive* and *emotionally literate*. Cough.
Is it that:
…I am a crap disciplinarian?
…I have created a monstrous pair of self important madams through ‘heading their every need’?
…My kids have been replaced with alien spies whose objective is to discover how far human mothers can be pushed?
Or preferably just that I have two toddlers who are in competition?
I suppose, as we are in this for the long haul, we’ll find out later. Attachment parenting is supposed to yield long term results such as harmonious teen years. Things we do aim to promote a natural child-centred dynamic and involve a concerted effort to parent positively without time-outs etc. Sometimes we just can’t manage all of it, and I guess that’s ok. Our international galavanting (euphemism! read Visa issues) can’t be helping us focus. I suppose you could say that we are piling in all the resources we have now and we are stretched to the limit, but we hope to get a good return on our investment.
Here’s freaking hoping!
(Maybe I’m just not very funny- is a financial metaphor the best I can do?!)
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