Well, I guess that that sounds a little dramatic, but maybe I am feeling a little dramatic ok? My husband has been so round the clock busy with a job that I am pretty much single parenting the twins until Chad goes to bed. Then he gets one twin for the night and I keep the other because I don’t care how tired from working he is I am not going to go back to 3 hours of broken sleep. Nope. I just won’t do it. Not that he asked me to do that, but I am just making it clear.
Alright, now that I got that little bit of emotional outburst over let me tell you about my weekend. Friday I got home from work at 12:15 just like always, set up the piles of blankets to make our “floor bed” in the living room and just hung out with the twinsies until it was 2nd nap time. Then during their nap I did 3 miles on the elliptical, and pigged out wile watching TV on the sofa. When they woke up it was basically more of me laying on the floor bed while the twins kind of roamed around the house (I am a free range parent purely by accident) until it was time for dinner/bath/quite time. Easy peasy Friday!
Saturday I got up with the twins, my mom came over to watch them for a couple of hours so that I could go to hot yoga, then I came home showered got the twins ready and we went to the Tamale Festival and walked around a ton. The twins had a good time, I had a good time (and an avocado tamale), and my mom had a good time. Chad was at home working. Then when we got home I made dinner and just tried my best to keep the kids corralled and entertained until bedtime. Have I mentioned that bed times have gotten much better? We are still working on the staying asleep but I am just glad that I have finally got them going to sleep at all. Chad came in and gave me a hand during the nightly pajama battle, and was easily talked into sitting on the couch and watching Men In Black III. It was surprisingly good!
Sunday was a whole lot of just me and the twins. You know, they crawl around and I just continuously check the floor for choking hazards.
Ok, so I was being a little dramatic. Taking care of the twins isn’t really too difficult what with me being ok with them thinking that they are dogs and stuff. It is just a little more mentally exhausting and stressful trying to keep a close eye on both of them without any back up. Like, oh I have to pee and leave two babies on their own for 45 seconds, omg what if they figure out how mess up my dvr recordings in 45 seconds?
Anyway. I am just glad to be back at work today where I can take a break from constantly trying to get dog kibble out of Cash’s mouth.
I hope everyone had a good weekend-
Oh and I actually have a funny/horrifying story that I will tell you later.