My Secret Shame

April 24 to 30^th was infertility awareness week.  I wanted to write something to commemorate the occasion but didn’t.  For a couple of reasons.

1)  I was really busy at work with the personal tax deadline and all.

2)  I couldn’t think of anything original to say. There’s already so much out there on this topic that’s more profound, funny and interesting than I could write.  Especially on short notice.

So instead, I’m posting a link to what julie wrote over at "A little pregnant".  Julie’s blog is about as interesting, profound and funny as it gets.  If you ever have a free weekend (and a jumbo box of Kleenex) go and check out the archives from the beginning.

In any event, infertility is not my secret same.   Heck, I divulge the gory details to pretty much anyone who’s interested (and a few that weren’t).  No, the shame is not how we conceived the twins;  it's that I'm now exploiting them for my own amusement.

So here it comes….my secret shame.  (hmmm, with all this build up maybe I should have picked something more embarrassing to write about --  like the time I ran out of feminine hygiene products and had to use the kids’ diapers instead.  No, I’ll save that for a really slow news day)

My Secret Shame:

I think it’s hilarious to teach the twins rude playground songs from my childhood.  Nothing really offensive mind you and certainly not any of the racist ones (judge not, it was a different time)   Mostly just harmless toilet humor.  Yes, I know I’ll probably regret it someday but right now... it’s just so darn cute.   Here's an example.

Come one…tell me this isn’t cute.

In case you don’t recognize it.  They are trying to sing this song from the movie Parenthood.  The last time the twins had stomach flu, Charles (my OCD child) was despondent at having made "a really big mess" and I sang that song to cheer him up.  It was a hit.

Here comes the really shameful part.   If the twins start singing one of these ditties in public or in front of the in-laws  I act all innocent and embarrassed.  Then I blame it on dayhome.   Yep, they must have learned it at dayhome.  Those older boys are such a bad influence on my poor sweet angels....(sorry Sharon)

Oh and BTW,  I don't think I'll be posting another video clip again any time soon.  That was WAY too much effort.