it’s funny what your brain chooses to remember and what it tries to repress. I think about the time before our twins arrived kicking and screaming into our lives and it’s like a vague sepia photograph.
I can just about make out a scene where I’m eating my breakfast/lunch/dinner without someone screaming, throwing food on the floor/ceiling/wall or hurling a spoon at my face. Where conversations didn’t start with, “Have you done (insert anything child-related here) yet?” A morning that didn’t begin with the sound of two children screaming: “MAMAAAAAAAA!” Before. I miss it.