Let me tell you about my day . . . . .

Yesterday I got up early, mostly because two stinkin' babies were up early too. I had to pack for our big trip because I am a procrastinator.

Then I went to work and took a lot of kids to a baseball game and it was hotter than hell.

I came home and showered and finished packing.

I snuggled babies.

We had to get some Tylenol at Walgreens.

We had to drop off a daycare payment.

We went to the airport and looked like fools dragging strollers, carseats, babies, luggage and diaper bags frantically through the place.

We fed the babies a sub because that's all they had available where we were in the airport. Ever was not impressed.

We rode in a plane from Kansas City to Chicago. The plane landed after an hour and 20 minutes and the babies were pretty good for the flight. We got held up waiting for a parking spot so we let the babies run in the aisles until a flight attendant told us "no, no!" Ooops. Ocean tried to grab a guys bald head much to the amusement of the man sitting next to me. I am always lucky to be sitting by people who are nice to my babies instead of jerks about having to sit next to kids.

We ran around the Chicago airport. We ate Auntie Ann's pretzels. Ocean pushed the stroller around. We saw some other twins that Ocean and Ever looked at but weren't that interested in because they weren't on the same cuteness level, oops, I mean they are too young to really care. We got on jammies for the next flight.

We boarded after 9:00 and got to sit in a better class of seat so we got to sit together and the babies fell asleep and slept the whole time. Travel at bedtime= GENIUS PLAN. We are not so lucky on the way home.

We got picked up by Grandma and Grampa just after midnight. Wow! It wasn't that bad though for being a REALLY long day.

It's vaca time baby. I need this time off like the desert needs rain.

I have no photos for you because I am not nearly organized enough to upload ahead of time, but don't you worry friends, I will hit you up with TONS of photos from this weekend. Not of me because I will be in a swimsuit on several occasions, just of my lovelies.

THAT Mom

If you think this is going to be one of those cutesy posts where I name off all the goofy things I do (like singing in public, using ridiculous voices when talking to my kids, slapping strangers for touching them, letting the twins pull all the shoes off the displays at DSW, letting the kids eat off the table at restaurants) and then say "yeah, I'm THAT mom," it's not one of those.

Even though I am that mom, which I never thought I'd be, this actually a post dripping with shame.

Last week I was THAT mom. The one who has sick babies but pawns her kids off on someone else so I could go to work.

I NEVER thought I'd be that mom. I had so much to do last week and I was already buried. I knew if I missed I would get behind and people would complain and it would be a downhill spiral. I also had an event that I had helped plan that ran for two days and I didn't want to look like the slacker a-hole that didn't show up.

So instead of letting my coworkers and customers think I am an a-hole, I found it perfectly acceptable to have my own children think of me as an a-hole. They were with my grandparents and I'm sure they didn't mind because my grandparent's are great people to be with, but when I picked up the kiddies from daycare on Friday (my grandparents dropped them off there) and took them home and I was so exhausted and they were oozing snot I felt so icky inside. Like the crappiest mom ever.

I tried to tell myself that the only reason I could take them to the doctor is because I have a job. The only reason I could go pick up their meds is because I have a job. But it didn't help. I still felt like crap.

I look at them and I truly don't think that they care, but I feel like I should have been in bed with them, wiping their noses and giving them Tylenol and rocking them when they were crying.

Yesterday we spent all day together. Every single minute. I did what any crappy mom would do and made up for my suckiness on the two days last week I worked instead of staying home with them and bought their affection at McDonald's. We ate treats and then climbed to the very top of the play area. We went to the park. We snuggled all day. Hopefully they will forgive me and hopefully next time I will choose to stay home with them instead.

The babies in their new big kid car seats! They love them! They only have them in hubby's car because we dont' go in that car often so they are still rear facing in mine since that's the new standard, but I think we will replace my car seats pretty soon too.

A little blog love . . . .

BentoLunch.net

If you have to make lunches for you kiddos ever, this is the coolest website! Ocean and Ever have to pack a lunch about once a week and I haven't been out to find these sweet boxes yet but I did pick up something kind of like it at Walmart. The babies love eating out of the box, especially when all their little friends are eating off of paper plates.

Knockedupfabulous.wordpress.com

If you are currently preggo and still want to look good (and on a budget) this lady looks so adorable all the time! I would actually wear most of the stuff not pregnant and I am super nosey so I love to see where people shop. If you are reproductively challenged like myself, she is pregnant as a warning, but I will tell you she is not obnoxious in anyway and it is a really fun read. ;) It's my personal goal to start dressing better on a regular basis now that I am dropping some lbs, but as you may remember, I'm not that motivated. I want to learn how to be a good thrift shop buyer too, but again, motivation is an issue.

**These people didn't ask me to do this, I just wanted to because I love finding new blogs and thought you might too**

Chit Chat

I am bopping around to music in the car . . . .

Husband: "Is this Justin Bieber?" with a disgusted look on his face
Me: "NO! Of course not. It's Jonas Brothers"
Husband: "You are really embarassing."

The monkeys go to a Christian daycare, although they are not Christians. Last week was Bible week.

Me: "Honey, why did the kids color a picture of Jesus in a whale?"
Husband: "It's Jonah and the whale."
Me: "What? I've never heard of that. Like Moby Dick or something?"
Husband: "No, it's from the Bible."
Me: "Really?"
Husband: "That's what the daycare said. I don't know."
Me: "Well, it's cute anyway."

Long term sleep deprivation has made our conversations incredibly boring and short. These two examples are as deep as it gets around here. After this small blips of convo, there is usually nothing but baby talk. Sad!

On the other hand, Ever and I are having great conversations!

Ever was sitting on the steps holding her hands out to me.
Me: "You want me to get you Peanut?"
Ever: "Aww, mama."
Me: "You are so funny Peanut."
Ever: "Yeah."

Me: "Ever, you want some brownie?"
Ever: "Oh yeah."
Me: "Is it good punkin?"
Ever: "Num num num num."

Ocean doesn't say anything yet, but he can follow directions which is pretty sweet. I asked him to put the dog away so we could go bye bye and he ran to the dog kennel and locked up the dog! Ever was crying so I told him to give her a drink so he took the cup to her and put it in her mouth then patted her head. He also takes his own diapers to the trash.

Babies are cool and all, but toddlers are awesome!

**On a side note, I have really been trying to comment on your blogs and there is something wrong! When I go to my blog to click on yours it logs me out of google so I can't comment. Then I try to make and anonymous comment and then it asks me 1,000 times to log in first to google. WTH? If anyone knows how to fix this, please let me know!**

Just What I Needed

First-I will say happy father's day to my hubs, my Dad, my Papa and my Poppy! I'm a lucky gal and in turn, the babies are lucky babies to have a long line of great daddies around! Love you!

Second- We just took a mini-weekend trip to the lake with Mike's mom. Since the whole daycare thing I have been stressed. Moving the babies through the house in the morning before I have a long workday (summer is my busy time) is hard. Especially when they really don't know what's going on because they have been home for the last 13 months with their lovely grandma. I had NO idea how hard this would be.

Friday was the first day that the babies did not cry when I dropped them off which was a huge relief. They were also happy on Thursday night. They have been sleeping like crap and they have already caught some little yucky virus from the daycare. I have just felt so down about the whole thing, which has also made me disappointed in myself for not being able to be with them all day or to be able to afford this more comfortably so that it's not so financially stressful or for not being the person who does all these things with a smile on her face while looking at all the positives (which there are). Stressed out mama's also equals unhappy daddy's.

The non crying drop off was great. Followed by me getting off early and walking them home form the daycare and playing. Then we went out of town.

My monkey's love water. We had NO plans so they had 100% of our attention, which they also love. Ever hit the water as soon as she saw it. It was so adorable to see them in their swim suits splashing and playing. They were also adorable digging in the sand. We took them on a bridge where they could watch boats drive by and they climbed right up fearlessly. We ate a ton of food. We went for a walk and found a fence with eight Chihuahua's in it, which the babies thought was super awesome. There were two double beds at the cabin so we each got a baby and went to bed. I got in bed with Ever at 8:30!

Today we went swimming in a pool and they ran all over the place inside the friend's house. They ate fresh fish caught from the lake. We drove home and then again had to eat and I laughed as I watched Ocean hitting on the waitress because he loves the ladies (and he's such a handsome devil I know it's going to be trouble someday). Ever is a nosey knob and it was so funny watching her people watch.

I was just so proud after this time we spent. I am going to try harder to take a moment and realize we will all be okay. We just need some time to adjust and we will find our new groove, just like we did in the newborn days when we had to figure out how to all function together (that took 6 months though so lets cross our digits it doesn't take that long this time).

Aaaaahhhh . . . . I needed that. We all did.

Lack of Motivation

Back in the day when I dreamt of motherhood, I thought I would do it all. Bring home the bacon, make homecooked meals for every meal, keep a tidy home, and look like one hot B because I definitely wouldn't skip a workout. I hadn't skipped a workout from the time I was 14 until I was pregnant so surely it wouldn't be a big deal.

Well . . . . it turns out I can't do it all.

Or maybe I can. I am just lazy. I have been cooking, but the meals aren't all that nutritious and I can assure you the ONLY reason I do it is because I'm broke. The best thing about restaurants is that not only does someone make your food, but they clean it up too. Yeah baby, that's what I like.

I am trying to look like one hot B and it's going not so bad. It is summer and I'm getting a little darker in the tan department (I don't do tanning beds due to the risk of cancer and looking like an Oompa Loompa or a piece of rawhide) and we all know tan fat looks better than white fat. Also after my cleanse I have been eating pretty decently. I just struggled through Jillian Michael's Ripped in 30. Never in my life would I thought I could say something like this, but it doesn't bother me a whole lot. Back in the day I wouldn't have been able to handle this, but to be honest, I've got much bigger fish to fry than the dangler.

Cleaning. Don't know the meaning of it. I'm just not into it. I know that means nothing, but I just can't make myself. Let's think of the cleaning I should be doing right this second:

1. Bathroom and babies bath
2. Dishes
3. Kitchen
4. Mopping
5. I can't see the floor in the office anymore
6. I have been dying to do the babies new playroom since Grandma left, but it's still as it was
7. If anyone saw my personal bathroom the babies would probably get taken by social services

Yep. F- in the cleaning department.

So basically I just bring home the bacon and play with babies. The rest I do if I feel like it.