Mother of Twins Prayer

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 marked wall.

Some days seem endless,My patience grows thin.
Why did God choose meTo be a mother of twins?

The answer comes clear-At the end of the day,
As I tuck them in bed
And to myself I say...
There's two to kiss,There's two to hug;
And best of all,Thank You, God, for two to love.