And then went to this.
And now this.
And over a year and a half later finally this.
Twins. The burrower brought two human beings into this world and somehow I am now responsible for making sure they make it through.
Some people ask, "Isn't it hard with twins". The answer. Yes. But I don't know any better. We didn't have one before we had two so hard is normal. Normal is routine, and routine is easy. Follow me?
Honestly, for me the first year was tough. Routines, schedules, crying, changing of diapers, bottles. Lots and lots of bottles. 8 pieces per bottle, 6 bottles a day, two kids. That's a lot of time standing in front of the sink with a scrubber in my hand and a lot of counting of pieces in which I choose to forget.
They are now over 17 months (I can't wait to stop aging them by months) and pretty self sufficient and fun. They interact with each other and others around them. They now know more words and commands than the dogs.
I wouldn't call what i have now "free time" as the only time that we have to breathe during the day is the nap time, and that can be gone in an instant. But now don't feel guilty leaving the wife at home while I do my thing, and in turn, she feels the same when she needs to get out the house.
With a new position at the same company, I finally have a mental health break from the constant grind. It now involves personal and professional development as well as a lot more chances for advancement. It also involves more responsibility, but with it the flexibility to have a little more daylight for me to make my own schedule.
I'm not going to call what I want to do in the coming year a resolution, because statistically they never work out. I am calling them life changes. It has been to long since I have push myself mentally and physically using the kids as an excuse for laziness. There is time in the day, I just need to use it to my advantage. Figure out what I want to do, and then remove the barriers and allow me to do it. Thats my goal for the next year.
