I may have written this 6 years ago, but funnily enough, much of what I said then still holds true today – the distractions and business, the predictable and unpredictable parts of my day- those haven’t gone away.  The thing that has changed is my expectation that being the mother of twins will ever be anything different than filled with a wonderful sort of chaos and lots of joy….and never enough time:)

                                        Writing With Twins

•                               “…….and that common arbitrator, Time.”
•                                                                      MacBeth
•                                                                      Wm. Shakespeare
•                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Yes, that’s right.  It is indeed the afternoon before the evening I’m supposed to read a piece I’ve written.  And yes, I did sign up eight days ago to do it.  Since then, I’ve visited Santa at Macy’s, taken Jack and Olivia to three rehearsals for the church Christmas Pageant, gone to the pageant itself, been to ballet classes, a birthday party puppet show, bought a Christmas tree and trimmed it after having a fight with my husband (I’m surprised we were able to fit it in!)  I’ve wandered around to several banks and two different Duane Reade stores to find a gift card for my daughter’s teacher, gone to an extremely tense class parent meeting with the principal, taken Jack to OT (occupational therapy), gone without sleep because Jack threw up twice in the middle of the night, which happened to be the night before my last writing class where I was to have at lease three pages written and ready to be read in class.  This writing I managed to squeeze in after school pick-up, ballet and OT, but before Jack threw up.  Whew!

6 years ago – Choosing a Christmas tree

• I’ve organized the school Holiday Breakfast and been to the first grade Holiday Celebration where I heard a play/poem about Salt Marshes (they’ve been studying them since September).  I’ve been out on a date night with my husband (an every Sunday night occurance).  I’ve stood in a long line in the American Girl store to buy the VERY LAST light-skinned, fair-haired “Just Like Me” American girl doll with blue eyes in the store (who knew there were so many blonde-haired, blue-eyed children in New York City who wanted this doll for Christmas?). I’d like to say that these past eight days were an anomaly or just the usual chaos of the holiday season, the exception and not the rule.   But I can’t.  This is my life, how it truly is – filled with lots of kid things, planned and unplanned.  But in between all of the predictable and unpredictable parts of my days and nights, I write.

•                                       “…..for she’ll be up twenty times a night,
•                                             and there will she sit in her smock till
•                                             she have writ a sheet of paper.”

•                                                                  Much Ado About Nothing
•                                                                  Wm. Shakespeare