To å vaske, to å elske…

[pullquote align=”left”] There’s two to wash,
There’s two to dry,
There’s two who argue,
There’s two who cry.
One’s in the mud having a ball,
the other holds a crayon,
another mark on the wall.
Some days seems endless,
my patience grows thin.
Why was I chosen to be
mother of twins?[/pullquote]

[pullquote align=”left”] The answer is clear at
the end of the day,
as I tuck them in bed and
to myself say;
There’s two to kiss,
there’s two to hug.
And best of all;
There’s two to love.[/pullquote]
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