So I promised myself I'd wait to write about something cheery and colorful, possibly lighthearted and giddy for my next post, however, after a couple months of not posting a single word, I came to the harsh realization that those words aren't coexistent in my life right now. And with that said, I shall now turn my comical, sarcastic, emotionally challenging, draining and completely frustrating every-day life into a mish mosh of words (which hopefully form complete sentences) for you to enjoy...because one of us has to, damnit!
I kid, I kid.
Well now that I've painted a delightful picture of what I feel my day to day life is like, I would like to erase a percentage of that picture and throw in some rainbows and unicorns because not ALL of my day is one that someone might witness and whisper to their friend "can you imagine having twins???" There are moments of my day, like 4:54 pm today, while racing down State Line from Gigi's house, that I found my eye drawn to a single tree who's tallest branches caught the light of the setting sun and it's bright red and orange leaves were glowing incredibly bright and beautiful. And by 4:55 pm my thinking had become completely irrational. I now hated this tree. I hated this tree as I passed by it simply because it did not have 16-month-old twin boys in the back of its car, one of which is screaming "baba, baba, baba!" which was his way of telling me that he was NOT done with the dog we saw while waiting out a showing on our house at Poppy and Gigi's house and he would appreciate me turning around and going back so he can watch it sit on the driveway again...which continued for a solid 20 minutes and became his first official temper tantrum. Ok, so I'm mad at this tree and I'm trying to be all poetic and deep and find some connection to this tree and why I picked this tree to look at and how this tree's life could possibly parallel mine...and that's when I realized I wasn't really angry at this tree, I was really just angry at ANYONE or ANYTHING that didn't have 16-month-old twin boys, one of which was screaming "baba, baba, baba!" in the back seat, and a house for sale with 35 showings and not a single offer to date and 2 days of headaches because I can't unclench my shoulders from my neck from all the stress of this lifestyle!
Counting to ten, moment of silence please...
So Jason and Noah stay at my parent's house for Sunday night dinner and I schlepp the babes home to feed them a crumb-free dinner (showing in the morning) and some toy-free play time before an early bed time because they're both coming down with something.
And then there are moments of my day like this...6:15 pm and both boys in their diapers waiting for "jama time"...Micah walked into the family room, stopped in front of me and randomly started pretending he was rubbing lotion on his belly and Zach joined in by helping him rub his arms and then they both just started falling on the floor acting like they hurt themselves and like that, I fell in love with them all over again. They work me to the bone and run me so raw my nerves feel exposed but MY GOD my kids are awesome.