It was a short conversation, me at the refrigerator, Da! by the stairs. The discussion of how and when and where to go for an outting was weighing on us. Time passed. The lunchtime rush had settled into the bones of the old house. Liana was throwing herself on the floor out of hunger. Jadyn, just crying, crying, crying. Ah, another meal. What's this add up to be -- 21 meals a week times 28 weeks? You do the math.
11:45 a.m.
ME: Well, we're going to have to have lunch now.
Da!: Oh, good, I'll take a shower.
ME: Fine. Go take YOUR shower.
Da!: Can I help you with something?
ME: No, I don't need any help.
Da!: What's wrong?
ME: Go ahead and take YOUR shower. I haven't had one yet today, but whatever. I'll make lunch.
Da!: But, I didn't shower yesterday.
Me: (cracks up while searching for the cheese) You win.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Married with twins
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Ha! I just spit coffee through my nose, thanks. :-P We've had that fight. The babies get up on Sat. morning, hubby jumps up and gets in the shower, I fling the shower door open, startling him to death, "they're you're babies, too you know-it wouldn't kill you to make them breakfast once and let me take a shower, hubby (scared of me now I think) "okay, I'll be out in a minute, "never mind, you're already wet", me: pouring cheerios, sighing at what a uber witch the twins have turned me into and then cracking up and falling in love with him all over again as he is running down the stairs in record time, still dripping. :-)
By the way, don't you just hate trying to come up with meals they both will eat?! I think that's my least favorite part of being the mommy.
Hahahah! We are always trying to avoid making the meals on weekends. The hubs will take a conveniently timed run to Target, or I will take a noontime bath...
We do this avoidance dance but never speak of it.
"By all means, take YOUR shower!"
I've definitely been there!
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