On The Mend

I think the munchkins are on their way back to health. Phew. My poor sick Peanut slept a lot over the weekend. They are both very clingly. Some good news is that the weather is expected to be taking a turn for the warmer so I am hoping some more frequent fresh air will help out quite a bit.

Okay friends, I must share my excitement. The babies' first birthday invitations arrived yesterday!!!! Woo hoo! I can't believe they are going to be one in LESS than two months. Once we return from vaca, party planning will be in full swing.

I want to prepare you for tomorrow. I know it's "So What Wednesday" but I will give you fair warning that I will be an emotional basketcase. I am going to go to the airport tomorrow and put my two most precious monkeys in the whole world on an airplane. WITHOUT ME. For TEN days. 10 days. 240 hours. This is the way we roll in my family. We can just change scenery. We can go with the flow. BUT . . . . I think I may have to call the doctor to get some drugs because I tear up everytime I think about it. I know they are going to have a fabulous vacation and get spoiled rotten, which is the joy of every child, but holy smokes I'm not sure I can handle it. I haven't been to therapy in quite some time but maybe I should give the shrink a buzz.

My plan for survival: chocolate, yoga, running, alcohol, shameless reality tv watching and retail therapy.

I have not downloaded new monkey pictures so I have attached a throwback photo. It's a throwback throwback because it is me when I am 5. Now, when I say I've wanted always wanted to be a mom, it's true. At 5 I could get a baby out of a crib and give the baby a bottle. Mmm hmm.

Yes, I am a five year old carrying a newborn. Yes, I am rolling in a Catholic school uniform. Yes, my mom used to perm my hair. And yes, I used to be skinny. When I was 5.