I wrote a long reply to this when you first posted but my computer timed out and, in my rage, I flounced off and never re-wrote it.
What I wanted to say, on the back of your last post, is that one day you'll get to drink your coffee too. You've had some really good advice on here, much of it being the same; hang in there and keep doing stuff. The more you try and the more you do, the easier it gets and the better you feel.
Having twins is so isolating and times and parents of singletons just DON'T GET IT. FACT. How can they, even with the best imagination and sympathy in the world? They can project and empathise but until they've got one pair of hands and two babies with floppy heads to support then they're really not getting it. Even the small stuff is complicated with twins. Every new mother, singleton or otherwise, will roll her eyes at the saga involved in getting out of the house, but with two babies it's so much harder. And not even doubly harder either. To go anywhere you've got to take double the kit, the giant pram or, if you're driving, two car seats. Then you've got to carry two carseats, a double nappy bag and any other essential kit to wherever it is your going. And forget if it's raining and you need an umbrella because if you're carrying two carseats that isn't going to happen. You accept that you're going to get wet or you just don't go out. It's isolating, and it's maddening, especially when you see mothers of singletons breezing about with their carseats on one arm, nifty changing bag on the other, latte in hand. It's hard not to feel envious of the ease at which they can get out and about and also how they can take their relative freedom for granted.
The ONLY thing you can do is plug away and grit your teeth. Eventually you will have the last laugh as when your twins are a year old they will start to play with one another and entertain one another. I'm now in the delicious state that my twins go off and play upstairs together whilst my friends with singleton babies have toddlers/small children whining at them for attention. It's taken a long time to come but suddenly my life is relatively easier.
I also think that congratulating yourself for the amazing job you're doing is really important. I found that on my hardest days when it was pouring rain and my babies were grizzling that if I thought about how impressive I was and how well I was managing then it cheered me up. I also used to have a slightly mad little scenario in my head that I was some sort of 'ambassador' for twin mothers. It sounds totally barking but I used to tell myself that I should go out and do the best I could and TRY to do things that weren't easy (take them to a coffee shop and feed them, take them on the bus, take them to playcentres with four million stairs....) just in case any other twin mothers were out and having a bad day. I know seeing people with twins who were capable and dressed and smiling and seemed to be having a nice time always gave me huge hope (YES! One day you will get dressed and out of the door in under three hours!!!) so I used to pretend that I was showing to others that twins could be okay. That it was really important that I get out there and show that twin mothers shouldn't hide at home; that we had a right to push our massive prams into coffee shops and take up too much space; that it was important that people get used to us being out and about and 'there' and support us. As I said, a bit mad, but that mindset really did help me.
Now when I look back (my daughters are nearly three) I can just see how things steadily improved over time. The first three months I found AWFUL but from then onwards the improvements were steady. The challenges always kept coming but as my twins got older and stronger and developed more, I found I was more able to cope with the challenges; I found my rythmn and stride. Of course some days were awful, but every parent gets those (full moon?) and I just wrote those off. Looking back I'm glad I did a lot of stuff and got out - a lot of it I had to force myself to do through gritted teeth and many was the time I walked home crying from sheer tiredness at the palava involved, but I'm glad I did it. The only thing I wish I'd done was rope in people a bit more; ask strangers for help holding babies in coffee shops. Ask other mothers to hold one baby on their laps for a minute and see how long they lasted (a quick taste of twins for someone!!!). I used to do it occasionally when I was really desperate and people were always really happy to help - the cute factor of twins perhaps - so I wish I'd asked more.
It gets better. One day you'll be with your twins and they'll be running around and you'll see a mother with small twins and you'll know exactly what she's going through. And you'll also know that you can tell her, in truth, that it will get easier and that the benefits will totally outweigh the logistical nightmares of the early days.
Essentially, that's what makes twins so difficult - the logistics of the early days. The problem of too many babies and not enough hands to care for them. Everything else about twins is just a blessing, so once you're past the logistically complicated part you've got the last laugh. Your twins are magic, they'll always have one another and a special, unbreakable bond. And you've made that and given that to them. And that makes you magic too.
Kitstwins
P.S. My thought for your next buggy walk coffee to ask someone to help you. Maybe say out loud "I'd really love to stay for a coffee but I'm struggling a bit with the two babies, would anyone mind giving me a hand juggling them so I can have a quick coffee with you both". People will help and will be glad to help, just as you would if someone with twins was there and you had a singleton.