It’s how I live.
2.2 tasks on the go, concurrently, at any given time.
2.2 minutes within which to “Do.”
I was out of the kitchen for 2.2 seconds.
I put these gems in a folder that I loving entitled, “Why I’m medicated.”
I like looking through the memories.
I like it, because, at the time, I didn’t know how on this beautiful blue and green orb hurtling through time and space I was going to make it.
I’m glad I took SO many pictures, because I don’t friggin’ remember most of it.
Set of twins.
I’m a Gemini.
Well played, Cosmos…well played.
It wasn’t just because they could walk, either…oh no. No, my Cosmos was laughing at me wayyyyyyyyy before then.
I should have known.
It should have prepared me.
Nope. A few months old…a few years old…no matter.
These gingerboys are into EVERYTHING…and they sure as shit are into it TOGETHER.
I look back at the amount of time and energy expended at a time I didn’t know I was officially sick.
I don’t know how I did it. Then, now…no matter.
They’re 8 years old now. We’re past the pooping in the floor vents, we’ve learned to be self-managing and we certainly have many more interesting conversations.
I do what I have to do. So many years I’ve lived “in the moment” not because of some kind of self-awareness, but out of survival.
One day my family tree will grow into an orchard.
It’ll more than make up for all of the, “Mommy! Come here! See what _____ (enter name of twin here) did!”
No. No, I will not. If I can’t see it, it didn’t happen…because if you’re with him, dear dude…I sure as shit know that it did. 😉