The Twins

My husband and I don’t actually have twins though some days it definitely feels like that. His oldest son is eight days older than my oldest son. Therefore… the twins.
I get stressed out sometimes when they are together because they have such contrasting personalities. Add that to the small little detail that both of them are used to being the oldest and it causes all sorts of ‘You can’t tell me what to do’ issues.
Our usual schedule is my kids go to see their dad every weekend. (While the visitation schedule is techniqually only every other weekend, we’ve found this works best for us. The boys and their father enjoy seeing each other and so unless we have an event on the weekend, I let them have their time together). We get my husband’s children every other weekend.
This past weekend I had my kids until Saturday morning. So the family had a night together. After the kids had been together for about an hour, our oldest two boys were actually playing together. I was kinda shocked. Absolutely tickled but keeping my fingers crossed that it would stay friendly. Which it did. Making quite a nice night with all of us watching a movie together.
I try to keep a firm hold on the memories of days like this because with so many children it isn’t often when everyone gets along.

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