It’s been over two weeks since my last post, but I can explain—really! One evening soon after I last wrote, Matt refused to go to bed. The boy was clearly exhausted, but every time we tried to put him in his crib he’d scream uncontrollably. After a long, sleepless night, we took him to the doctor, and … surprise! The poor thing had a throat and ear infection. (We’d always read that babies with ear infections pull on their ears, and he hadn’t been doing that, so we were shocked.) The little guy was put on the antibiotic Zithromax for five days. After two days on the medicine, he was back to his old self, and we were ready to move on.
Then, I woke up with what felt like knives piercing my throat. I had gotten Matt’s throat infection, hardcore. I started taking antibiotics and couldn’t get out of bed for almost two days. Just when I was getting better, little Nate came down with a fever and a bad cold. Back to the doctor we went, and then it was his turn to take Zithromax. Two days later, Keith got the familiar tingle in his throat and took himself to the emergency room. Now he is on antibiotics.
It’s been a rough two weeks, proving that life with twins can be messy—in many ways. Take our house, for instance. We used to pride ourselves on keeping it relatively neat and in order. Now, you can find dirty diapers on the coffee table, soggy baby puffs on the kitchen floor, and toys strewn haphazardly all over the living room and playroom. (Yes, part of our basement has been converted to a playroom. The little stinkers are taking over!) Think I’m exaggerating? Take a look.
This is what our living room looks like, even though a good number of their toys are in the playroom!
The boys’ food and formula has taken over an entire shelf of our pantry, leaving much less space for my 25 cans of crushed tomatoes, five boxes of Girl Scout cookies, and other essentials.
Think you can take a relaxing bath in a Jacuzzi tub when you have twins? Sure, if you can ignore the tub critters and bottles of Johnson & Johnson.
Our garage used to be Keith’s man cave. Now his sports equipment and tools have been displaced by ginormous boxes of diapers and baby wipes.
You get my point: It’s a messy life and a messy home when you have twins. But we wouldn’t have it any other way. When you get to look at little faces like these every day, you don’t even notice the clutter anymore!
Here’s hoping they stay healthy!