Who am I?
I’ve been questioning myself asking who I am, where is my life-path leading me and why the hell does it seem like forever to get there…
Why is it when my leg is seriously hurting bad and I lay down on the sofa for some relief… all three kids have a built-in radar that must scream “Mommy’s horizontal!” and they all 3 burst in the room like a bull in a china shop and jump on me, climbing to each of their favorite positions – one on my chest (which makes it hard to breathe) one on my bladder (which means I have 10 minutes until I will need to pee) and one on my knees (which means both legs will now fall asleep and I won’t be able to move when that bladder urgency kicks in).
How can a man who can whip up devine creations such as death by chocolate pie, towering flavorful cakes and the best to-die-for chocolate chip cookies cannot follow simple directions on the back of a package of Hamburger Helper without swearing and asking me to come in every two minutes to “See if I’m doing this right…”
Is it wrong to serve popcorn as a main dinner course?
The other day I was teaching my oldest daughter how to make peanut butter & jelly sandwiches and I seem to recall using this phrase: Always spread jelly with a spoon because jelly falls off the knife. Spoonage gives you maximum jellyage. This leads me to believe that maybe I watched one too many Buffy the Vampire episodes while pregnant and stagnant.
And finally……when one twin is constipated, it’s a really bad idea to give prune juice to the other twin too.
Those are just some of the things I ponder. Usually at 2 in the morning. While my husband snores next to me… and usually in my ear.
The twins are going to be 4 this month. FOUR!!! I still remember when they were teeny-tiny fragile little things. Now I’ve got the dynamic duo of destruction. I kid you not. They were actually pulling apart the door frame one night. I shudder to think what they were planning to do with said door frame once they had it in their hot little hands….
And of course, this month, Amber goes back in for another ultrasound. This time Lauren gets to go, too. It’s a yearly thing. The specialists have ruled out that she has Beckwith-Wiedemann, too, but it’s a precaution since they are identical twins. This time I get to go, too since we have both girls. This should be a ton of fun….. NOT!
