In the morning, when glowing red light pools above the horizon and reflects against dewy morning leaves, I can hear them in the walls. The abhorrent rat-tat-tat against the ho-hum-drum of the 7:00 am Monday streets sets me off kilter. I lay in bed and wonder what they are and what they may be communicating in there. I imagine what they are planning in descending order, beginning always with the most reasonably unlikely.
The squeaking chitter-chatter, anomalous in nature, gets me out of bed as though the speckled asbestos ceiling has just rained turpentine upon my blanket cocoon. Soft little voices chirp laughingly from across the hall.
..And thus the most joyous part of my day begins. I forget the rats, bats and/or birds colluding in the beams behind my bed and scurry to the nursery.
I hardly have the time for writing anymore, so I am forced to make it, an indubitably effortless task for something I truly love. Having become a mother of twins has changed my life in so many ways, awarding me an ever increasing appreciation for what this life has to offer. These little five-month-old eyes descry this place with such surreal enthusiasm, one cannot help but become entranced.
Put the pills down!
Drop the booze!
No more cigarettes.....
A flurry of consuming bad habits nip at my heels but have become effortlessly escapable. A love greater than this absconding drive to survive by self medication is more than just transforming. I have been enlightened by these little hearts and little minds and my personal crusade to keep them fulfilled and substantially satisfied.
Three cheers to motherhood;
And cheers to what may come!
Now has anybody seen where I put the phone?