Twinning is winning.

My babies are nine months old now (patting my own back) and I have mastered the ninja art of mommy-hood returns (just made that up). Sometimes I am the heartless mom who leaves them alone in the room to cry it out (tough love) while at other times I cant even leave them for fifteen minutes with their dad to go to a saloon to get those rain forest like eye brows done. (FYI the saloon is like five steps away from my house)

Well oh well, I cant say I don't enjoy all the attention I get when I cruise that twin pram around, The "awes" and the "oooh sho cutes" make me feel like a mini celebrity in my own lil self centered world (yes I have one and its with a big ass chandelier right above my head). Wen people ask me how I manage and very humble that I am, I say: "Its just one day at a time".In real, I am dead tired every night and when both of them have slept I cant believe that I actually made that happen.

But sometimes I feel, if it was just one, I would have taken better care, may be dolled her up a lot more and sing to her and read those ridiculously lame kiddy books to them (tried once with all the animated voices I could find, felt pathetic and gave up immediately, my husband does that now)

Then there are those meal times when the baby food skirmishes happen and am praying for science to invent something to make it easier for me to give them that mashed potato and broccoli. (really I would like to fund the research if any one wants to take the initiative)  Heard myself scream the other day "Eat your food or I will eat it" and realized that I've stopped making sense any more.

My younger one has started to crawl and the older one has started to talk, so ones constantly all over the place trying to fall or harm herself daringly and the other is forever "ba ba ba ta ta ta mum mum ma aapppa" and a million repetitions of that. So you can imagine the kind of attention they require and at some point I feel they get a bit jealous of each other or may be I am just imagining things.

I had read somewhere that twin moms live longer than the regular moms, so I guess I will out live you all, and may be I will utilize that time to catch up on all the lost sleep and watch all the movies that I missed and attend every freaking concert and get massages from Chinese, Indian, Thai any one everyone.....and prolly become a hippy or something along with my group of other freaky twin moms. (so cool).

Its not as bad as I make it sound, coz if it was that crazy I wouldn't be having the luxury to be blogging about it. Ha!! now am making sense.







 

Home sick me

There is one thing about getting married and a compeletely another about getting married and moving to a different country with no family and friends from single days.

I've lived my whole life in Kuwait and now that my visa has expired with no further renewals, it has just hit me...Dubai will be my home now, this is gonna be my family and this is where I will grow old.

With no idea of where the streets are going or coming from, I am usually lost when I go out. I usually have no idea whether what I bought was expensive or cheap coz I dont know how this currency works (which drives my husband crazy- especially after I spent all his 20 dhirams on 2 ice lollies that dint have to be so expensive) and worst of all, I have no one to call to chit chat. I dont have my regular hair stylist here (just got a hair cut with annoying bangs that come in the way of everything I do) and I dont know who will understand my eye brows (and not make them look like am surprised all the time). I feel like am on that island in LOST, am so LOST.

well oh well...in few years I might get familiar with this new place and even defend it in a Kuwait-Dubai debate, but right now am very home sick.... I miss my building, I miss my cozy lil room, I miss my Salmiya streets and my favorite shawrma place and most of all I miss my daddy, my doting mom and my bossy sister.
 

Twin moms Diary- Part 1

Whenever my mom calls me and asks me: "Meju you must be tired na?"
I reply:" Its fine ma... I go to sleep, in the morning I am fresh again"

And even am surprised as how I manage to say that, and why dint I release a waterfall of tears, sobs and complains starting with..."Why me...why me???"

I guess, thats what you become....when you are a mom....strong and determined.

Out of old habit I find myself saying "I am gonna resign and get a new job" and then I quickly realize that this is not a job....am trapped and forced to take care of these lil girls...this is forced labor!!! no monthly pay, always on probation and always on call. But my only consolation is when they grow up they gonna give me all the pending massages whenever I want.




 

Things that noone will tell you about being A MOM

If you r pregnant or planning to start a family, then pay attention... This ones for you!!

Lady, when you conceive... You I'll be getting a lot of congratulations and "oh my god you must be so excited", I say, you should bask in the glory of your (effortless) achievement and enjoy all that attention you will be getting from here on onwards. ( yes!! The world will revolve around you n your belly)

N you two, who are planning to
Start a family... Just sit down n think!!! Just think!! if your immature self can take care of a mini human or not.

Raising a baby has its joys n sorrows, it can be boring and tiresome at one point and just like that it will become your only source of satisfaction.

It's not rocket science but there r things that no amount of google search or maternity books will prepare you for.. Fear not!! Read below!!


1. If you love your shoes and bags, just pack them away... All you I'll need is a pair of flat ballerina shoes and big ugly baby bag (just hate it when others put their stuff in your bag just coz its big)

Bright side: your life's so simplified and low maintenance...and who needs those shoe bites n cramps.


2. If you like to look good and spend a considerable amount at the parlor on your charming self, then you will save a lot of
money (only to spend on diapers) coz as a mom u sometimes don't even have time to brush your hair/teeth (I tend to Exaggerate a lot... But not this time-really my eye brows have totally lost faith in me)

Bright side: you will get amazing hair n skin from those post pregnancy hormones. Yay!


3. If you are a person that likes to go out and socialize, then don't be surprised if that part of you just dies n decays from your personality. Just the thaught of going out will tire you instantly. (last time
I went out with my kids, I had to pack-stock-prepare so much that I felt like I was going on a fishing trip across Atlantic)

Bright side: you are spared from being judged. Ha!!


4. Best advise of all- Eat-sleep and gossip while you still can...before tht kid wakes up. Coz a lot work goes into making them sleep->> feed-burp-change-be a clown!! then the baby sleeps. And if you want to cough or sneeze or even swallow your saliva go in a different room coz they have super sonic ears and can get disturbed by anything (my phones on silent since november not even vibrate mode)

Bright side: they look so adorable while sleeping, like your own "made to order" angels from heaven, that it's totally worth it.


5. Your husband, "the love of your life", "the reason for your existence" will turn into the reason for your high blood pressure. Coz he's still a kid... That you can no longer pamper. (Am sorry, but tht dirty laundry that you left on the floor will be burnt to ashes).

Bright side: your kids will really get along with that kid called daddy.


You're welcome!
I'll add more later... Have to sleep- eat and gossip!!! While I still can.

I run a circus.

You know that feeling, when you are so tired and all you can think of is hitting the bed, but just when you do, you can't fall asleep coz every single bone in your body is hurting and cursing you. Am having that kind of night... after putting my daughters to sleep, holding one on my shoulder while shaking the crib of the other with my leg they finally fell asleep. Oh yeah!! forgot to mention, I delivered twins. Its been three months now and I still cant get used to it. Its just not getting easy and the only consolation that I have is their cute lil smiles and baby smell.

Earlier I had a job that paid in Kuwaiti Dinars, I used to dress up each morning put some make up to look decent enough and wore heals to look tall enough and carried a bag that said "all the important things are in it" and definitely not the one with spongy walls and sleeping teddies on it. Gosh!! I feel so miserable at my plight. Its not even cute anymore. I had cried the day my younger one puked in my hair and the time when the older one pooped in my face. (oh the joys of being a mother)

To all those people who used to complain to me about their babies, I have to tell u this- you aint seen nothing like raising twins!!! Multi-tasking is nothing, I practically run a circus. I sometimes feel they are secretly plotting against me, to torture me, when they both cry at the same time,thats how crazy I've become.

Kids, if you read this in future: I still love you and I've written this in a weak moment. Go n buy me a gift now.

Douche bag alert.

It's amazing how so many douche bags are surviving n haven't been murdered for their insensitivity. A few are in my hate list at the moment and mind you it's not coz am pregnant and overly emotional, I'd hate them even if I was normal.

1. The person who calls a pregnant woman fat.

The woman's pregnant, she's already dealing with lots (not being able to bend and pick that Hershey's bar at the grocery store being one). The least you could do is not call her fat on her face. But will douche bag understand that?...

Like the time I was waiting for the elevator and a guy from the building got down ... Lift doors open.... And his first reaction was YOU GOT FAT ... I smiled politely... He repeated.... I told him I heard you.... He still said "oh man I couldn't recognize you only". By now he had instigated the inner wild animal (call me cheetah) I replied: mind your own business u a%^|~|%£€!!

2. The person who comments on a pregnant woman's appetite

So it's not like life's left me with lots of choices about how I spend my time at the moment, it's mostly sleep and eat!! And hell yeah I will do that to the best of my ability. And besides i suffer more than enough, with all those resulting heart burns and sleepless nights later, than you having to rub it in my face by re-re reminding me that I ate too much.

So I was invited to this wedding in my community, and tho I cud not walk I went ... I went for the biryani and when it was served, by god!! I ate... I ate like there's no tomorrow.

Now the aunty next to me kept saying to who ever that came near us "look how much she's eating".... "Shes supposed to eat for 2 but she's eating for 5 I think" (cheetah was still asleep). Then when my mom came, she said something similar to her "we made sure she's fed now u make sure she is able to walk". At this point my mom concluded that the aunty had an evil eye on me (of course)... And we must hate her for life and That we shall.

3. The critic on pregnant woman's appearance.

As am chosen for the task of making a baby, the last thing on my mind is to look good...also given my condition of clown like swollen feet and large body that feels like am pulling a plough every time I try to walk... Leaves me with no real options.

So the people who get the golden chance of seeing me during my blissfully lovely pregnancy, need not comment on my state. Especially when I had to wear obnoxiously ugly flip flops for a wedding reception. (this time I went for the cake)

4. People who diagnose mood swings as life threatening catastrophe.

I have my good days, where I am happy and watch cartoons and make ugly looking stuffed toys for the coming baby. Then the very next day I feel like my life's getting over and hell!!!! what am I doing??? I should be at work and not flipping channels. And just like that the water works start for hours. All I ask for is some compassion at that time and not a verdict on how I've turned into a loon...

You douche!!! stop going around and telling ppl to not meet me coz am sucha train wreck. Am just pregnant not a cannibal.


I am almost at the end of my term and am thankful it went by fast with all the initial excitement till the concluding anxieties.

And I hope karma will get back at these douche bags in some way (hopefully, by making them fall in an open manhole on their best dressed day).

Wanna-be mommy!

With the due date coming closer and closer, I am terrified !!! and terrified would be an under statement to how terrified I am.

With each passing day I thank God for His blessings but there are days which are filled with nothing but complaints and sentences that end with "why me?". Which make me all guilty for feeling that way... But am only a human.

Right now, I am having one of my "why me" moments as Its 330 in the night and am unable to sleep due to frantic kicks of the baby and I might have sent more than 10 messages to my husband in Dubai but without any reply. ( I hope he falls off the bed right this moment). He should suffer too.

While dealing with my sleeplessness My thoughts took me to my childhood. And I realized how great a team my mom and dad has been while raising us.

The earliest memory I have of my dad is him and me looking for a straw hat in every single market in Kuwait coz I had seen it on tv and had created a "I must have it" tantrum. We could not find the exact hat so he bought me a frilly frock with matching hat instead. I must've been 4 then but I knew my dad had suffered enough and I must settle for the frock.

My dad is my hero. He always got us what we wanted provided we sensibly convinced him. He has always taught us to respect others and make people feel important irrespective of who they are or what they did to us. I have never heard him criticize or mock anyone. He taught us to pray and say "Allah Kareem" for any adversity in life.

It bothers me how his kind and helping nature is often taken advantage of by others, which he knows of but it doesn't matter to him. And the best thing about my dad is-He may be humble and cool headed but not someone who is afraid to fight for what he believes in.

Then theres my mom... A bit short tempered, a lil over protective and I can say tht she might have an OCD for cleanliness if we get that checked.

She made sure we were always well mannered, polite and best at everything we do. Which was not possible, but we tried. She was proud of our every tiny lil achievements. And heard our every silly, long, boring stories with great interest. She Defended us- fought for us- protected us- and even chased and spanked us, as and when needed.

And right now, as am living with my parents, she bears the brunt of my hormonal upsurges first hand. She worries for me, takes me for my appointments and even talks to my sonography pics in a silly baby voice.

I know, Parenting has its joys and sorrows, it comes with its perks as well as regrets. But at the end of the day, all you got to do is prepare for the next day!!
I hope,that someday ill read this blog and be able to tell myself that I did a great job too.

Love,
Wanna be mommy!