Times flies when you are busy.  It doesn’t help that Joel keeps getting sick on the weekends.  First he had surgery.  Then he caught the flu.  Now he has a cold with laryngitis and sounds super squeaky.   And the boys want me to do everything.  Not a minute goes by without them saying “play with me, Mommy.  NO, play with me, Mommy.”  I’m tired and overworked.  The day off I had for my birthday, which was absolutely fantastic (my Mom took the boys for their first overnight and gave Joel and I a night at the Silver Cloud Inn in Mukilteo (Thanks Mom!)) was then undone due to an interview with a prospective birth mom that led to disappointment.  Hard to look in the mirror and not feel a decline in self worth when you consistently fail to be chosen.  We are good parents.  Why won’t someone else let us parent their child?  Enough whining.  The boys had so much fun sleeping in sleeping bags at Grandma’s that Grandpa had to growl in order for them to finally stay in the den and fall asleep at 9:30pm.  ;)

The past two nights I been slogging through kindergarten admission forms.  Twins are fantastic.  I love that the boys are twins except when I have to fill out paperwork for them.  That just absolutely sucks, especially when the online forms make me print them out in order to fill them in.  Needless to say, Joel is cranky because he is always sick (except for my birthday – I wouldn’t allow that), the boys are a bit cranky because I have too many chores and can’t play with them all day, and I’m a bit cranky because I can’t find the time to clean the house and it desperately needs it.  Thus, I’ve been lobbing hard for a paid vacation.  Don’t stay-at-home moms qualify for vacations?????

Oh, and because we said over and over again for the boys to use their words when they are mad or frustrated, Dexter today told me how much he hated me and wanted to hit and kick me.  I gave him a look and told him to think about what he was saying.  He then stopped.  Later tonight he was on my lap, showing me love so the night ended well, but it does hurt.  Nicky’s new trick is to run when he gets a time-out.  He thinks it a game of chase until he gets caught.  As much as I don’t want to laugh as I’m trying to catch him, I inevitably get a smile on my face that I quickly hide once the chase is over.  I do love my boys and I’m so happy that I lucked out and got them.

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