One of my aunts got me involved in one of those websites where everyone sets up a page about themselves and 'invites' others to see it and comment on it, then allowing the original person to do the same for their page. I was curious, and, having once been a computer-phobe, I occasionally challenge myself try things just to see what can be done. So I bit.
Oh, it was fun for a while; once you have your own page, a person can spend hours typing in names of everyone from her first babysitter to former clients' teenaged children to see who also is available on the site. I invited a few people to join me whom I found in this way and even though I don't see how this way of keeping in touch is any 'easier' than regular e-mailing or those things called phones that no one uses anymore, it seemed to be sort of fun. A little egocentric, but fun.
Now what has happened is that all of my 'friends' have gotten in touch with each other, and because of the way this fun-fest is set up, I get to see it all play out. I get to watch as my friends, even as they don't seem to have time to post anything on MY page, have all kinds of energy to write each other. Day to day, I find new little barbs they send each other and the invitations for drinks in the city. Barbs no longer fit for me (because what's funny about a person 'suddenly' becoming a stay-at-home mom of twins in small-town Midwest with no family closer than 3.5 hours away?) and invitations I cannot accept even should they be extended (see aforementioned reasons), but it is all still injurious to my ego nonetheless.
When we first found out we were having twins (at our first prenatal visit last summer), I started getting information in the mail about joining twin groups for parents of mulitples. It sounded like something I may try, not because I have ever been a group-joining gal, but because I could foresee that my friends would likely drop like flies, even before my abdominal stitches from my c-section were in place. But I didn't join... who had time? Those first 3 months of parenthood were like absolute hell. I didn't get to shower. I didn't get to eat. I had to choose between peeing or sleeping for 5 minutes because it seemed that (even though everyone says newborns are the easiest because they supposedly sleep 'all the time'!) , my babies were never asleep at the same time.
And now we are entering the 8th month of parenthood, have a tiny bit more time to myself (albeit usually at weird hours) and my friends all love each other.
Awesome.
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ok, so i know i've already commented on your last blog entry...so sue me. i have no twin advice to pass on to you (reason #1 why i didn't join the twin moms groups...everyone's an expert). this just to say i enjoyed your post. keep 'em coming.
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