When Josh and I first got married I started running to stay in shape. This was something I had always been terrible at prior but, I stuck with it and ended up surprising myself.
Fast forward to fertility treatments, pregnancy, weight gain, and oh yeah twins....I never went back.
Well, tonight I decided, "I' am basically back to my pre-baby weight and I think I will get back out there and try to start running again." Josh said he'd take the girls while I went for a run...
Awesome!
No, not awesome, Josh got called back into work before he even got home.
If I wanted to start tonight I needed to take the girls in the stroller and start.
So, that is what I did. We have a " double jogging" stroller now so its much easier to maneuver and run with, or so I figured it would be.
Off we go down the road and around the corner, I am not gonna lie, I was super tired already and was just about to start walking when...
OUT OF NO WHERE--
Ella decides to legit; loose her mind! She is shrieking and howling bloody murder, basically strangling herself trying to do a total 360 in the stroller to get out.
I stop and try to pry her out as I catch my breath and try to make my hands work. As if that wasn't bad enough--once I get her calmed down and try to get her back into the stroller, she refuses to sit or get back in, and clings to me like a Spider Monkey. Oh, and then Ava starts screaming because she wants out now.
Remember how I said we were DOWN the road and around the corner... I had to trek back up the hill-ish road, (hill enough when you're out of shape) carrying Ella, and trying to maneuver this jogging stroller that turns out to be not easy to do with one hand.
Babies screaming, Mom looking like she might pass out, and cars passing by with their drivers staring at me like I've gone and lost my mind.
I totally thought my run was going to be an awesome rejuvenating thing.
It nearly killed me.
And it truly scared me.
Being alone again with two screaming babies who needed me. I was out of luck and out of hands. It was like a horrific flashback to the first months with the girls.
Twins are hard, and being a Mom is exhausting in all senses of the word. Make sure you tell the Moms in your life that they are killing it! No joke this "Mom thing" is the hardest thing I've ever done; and this "thing" wont really end until I die...Makes me tired just thinking about it.
But then I think about how both of my babies wanted me, they needed me, I wouldn't trade that feeling for anything in the world.
If you passed me on the road tonight thanks for not judging me too hard, I was just doin' my best, like we all are!
This is perfect! You're killing it, Momma.
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