Twins are like very cute little reality-altering drugs.
If pregnancy brain is a thing (studies say it isn’t. I say the studies are stupid), twin brain is an even bigger phenomenon. Twin brain has very real, sometimes very disastrous results.
On twins, my brain does improvident things it never did before.
My brain leaves bags of merchandise sitting on mall benches while I rush away to feed a child.
My brain throws cell phones against walls.
My brain forgets a $600 jogging stroller in the middle of a public parking lot and drives away without it.
My brain forces me to laugh at my husband when he’s trying to make a very serious point.
My brain takes me to the store without my purse. Multiple times. In one week.
My brain forgets how to talk to normal adults that aren’t my husband, because I don’t do that anymore.
My brain sends emails, Facebook messages, and texts to the wrong people.
My brain makes me crave another baby when two is twice as many as I thought I wanted.
Twin brain also has its benefits, though. Having twins makes it easier to separate the important things from the things that don’t matter. Showers? Important. Coffee? Important. Fixing hair and wearing a bra? Not so important.
Waking up too early has never been so rewarding. The walk from my bed to the boys’ room at 3 a.m. might be agonizing, but seeing their smiles when I get there fixes that.
Twins make me brave. I can’t be self-conscious when the babies just need to be fed or to go on a walk. I can’t maintain a bad attitude for long when they grin at me every time I look at them. I can’t be the same kind of selfish I once was when these two little people need me for everything. Twins make all the excuses for not really living look absurd.
Twins make me want to be the very best version of myself possible. They make me want to spend hours outside. They make me want to learn so I can teach them. They make me want to explore more, to get out of my comfort zone in ways I would have hesitated to before. They make me want to go to Iceland, to run a half marathon, to dye my hair purple, to wear tie-dye and macaroni necklaces. Twins make me want to take very long naps.
So. My brain on twins? Sometimes rather expensive and potentially embarrassing. But not so bad.