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Super Mum Multi-Tasks with Two Week Old Twins

By Karen Collum - 26th August 2010

If a picture is worth a thousand words, a snapshot of me today would render 996 of those words redundant.  “What was I thinking?”  That says it all really.  

It started off quite simply.  We were going to Ipswich to see the much anticipated Play School concert.  A 10am start would normally be a reasonable time of day for me.  A forty-minute commute would be easy.  The persistent rain would have been annoying but not unwelcome.  The four block walk from the nearest car park to the venue would have been slightly tiresome but manageable.  But there is one small detail – actually, two small details - I have neglected to mention.  I gave birth to identical twins just over two weeks ago.  And yes, vying for the role of Superwoman (look out Megan Gale) I decided to take all three of my boys to the concert.

My husband, bless his heart, helped me get out of the house with plenty of time to spare.  I had all the boys loaded up, nappy bags packed and a boot full of other-paraphernalia-that-I-can’t-possibly-leave-home-without by ten to nine.  I was expecting a leisurely drive to Ipswich, upon where I would find parking within easy walking distance to the venue.  I was wrong on both counts.  

Roadworks, combined with teeming rain, slowed my commute to slightly faster than a camel ride and before I knew it we were late.  We drove into the centre of Ipswich at exactly 9:55am.  It was still raining.  Then came the horrific realisation that there was no off-street parking.  Instead, along with the hundreds of other parents with Play School groupies for children, I had to fight for a car park.  I eventually found one four blocks away.  Did I mention it was raining?  I don’t mean drizzling, or sprinkling.  Really raining.  Umbrella-up-raincoat-and-gumboots-on kind of raining.  And so I had to ferry an almost three year old and two week old twins through the streets of Ipswich in the pouring rain…all so I could see Humpty fall off the same wall he did last year.

I was quite a sight.  The twins were in the stroller, Samuel was under his froggy umbrella and I was struggling.  Pushing a pram, juggling an umbrella, holding onto a toddler and trying to stay dry – I am the queen of multi-tasking but this was just ridiculous!  The end result was one toddler crying because I was walking too fast, one mother drenched from the lower back down and one pram that almost tipped over due to a very nasty 45 degree angle on the footpath.  So I stopped and reassessed the situation.  Twin number one into the baby sling that gracefully swung off my neck.  Toddler into the pram.  Abandon the umbrella.  Hitch up soaking jeans and off we go.  Did I mention it was still raining?

I will admit, there was a moment – just a moment – when I almost abandoned ship. But by golly I had made it this far and we were going to the Play School concert come hell or high water…literally.  

I stumbled through the entrance to the Civic Centre a full 15 minutes late.  A kindly person took pity on me and told me I was welcome to wait for the next show…if I was happy to wait an hour and a half.  We were here, we would see Play School.  And we would see it now.  

Like an aquatic Hansel and Gretel, I left a trail of rain from the bottom of my jeans as I made my way into the auditorium.  Thank goodness my toddler seemed blissfully unaware that the concert had already begun and was happy to join in mid-verse with “Mary had a Little Lamb”.  I sank into the floor, grateful just to be somewhere dry.  

Fellow parents and sojourners through the sodden streets of Ipswich looked at me with pity.  “You’re brave,” someone commented as they surveyed my tribe of children.   Brave?  Probably not.  Stupid?  Quite possibly so.  But it really did seem a good idea at the time.  And I must say I enjoyed the concert and more importantly, the smile on my son’s face.  The effort, the stress, the rush, the physical logistics of getting three littlies to the venue had all been worth it.  

Snuggled up with Sam that night I waited with anticipation as I asked him what his favourite thing was about the day.  He pondered for a moment, then his face lit up with glee.  He looked at me lovingly and said, “Mummy, my favourite thing today was the Play…hmmm, no actually, it was going shopping with Daddy.”  What was I thinking!

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More adventures to come

May this be the start of many good ideas, more adventures and cherished moments!

With three girls less than two and a half years apart (number 2 and 3 are twins), we have had many adventures ourselves and they are the stuff of great memories. As they have gotten older the girls (now 10 and 8) can say "remember when..." or "tell us about...." We mostly laugh on reflection and occasionally shake our heads in disbelief. Ours were outings like yours; to Playschool concerts, the zoo or travels on the ferry or bus to have morning tea with Dad in town - it didn't help when I caught the wrong buses twice in the one trip, it really was a case of third time lucky - and we arrived so late morning tea became lunch! We still have our adventures and some are now planned by the girls and not by me. Enjoy.

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I can totally empathize with you

I can totally empathize with you, OMG I remember struggling with 3 week old twins ...but not in the rain (much) and not with a toddler in tow. You deserve a medal !
Yes, my twin sons are all Daddy's boys now ...*sigh* I am second best or the one they come to when Daddy says no.

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