There are mornings where I simply want time to stop so that I can sneak in a few more hours of much needed sleep. Alright I confess, for the past two and half years, nearly every morning felt like that. In case you have never read this blog, raising kids can be challenging, but raising twins is always a challenge. One not to be entered into lightly, but basically one in which you have no choice but to embrace. How could you not? They are so cuddly at this age (2.5).
Where was I? Ah yes, mornings. Fortunately my eldest child is finally to that point where she sleeps through the night without any problems. Unfortunately, that is not the case for her younger twin siblings. It is still a rare night in the week where at least one of them does not wake up and disrupt my much-missed deep sleep. Perhaps His Bardness, William Shakespeare, said it best (via Hamlet), To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub…. Of course, Hamlet was speaking of death, which is fine because most mornings, death is what I feel like when I wake up. Consequently, after I get my daughter off to school and the ayis show up for work, I often go back to sleep for a couple of hours. Okay, I almost always go back to sleep.
It was just such a morning last Friday when I awoke to the sound of children. Nothing new except that I heard new voices amongst those of my own progeny. I also picked out the sounds of adult women speaking English. It was then that I recalled that we had started hosting a weekly play date two weeks prior. In short, I was late for the play date, and I could not use traffic as an excuse.
Fortunately for the kids, the moms in the group came prepared and our ayis did not forget about the play date. So when I emerged bleary-eyed from my bedroom, I didn’t really need to apologize. The kids hardly noticed, and the moms…well, they are moms. They can relate.
Photo: Christopher Lay
