Saturday, May 30, 2009



Good sleep at last!

Sort of.

It does a body good to lower your standards of what you think "sleep" and "good" really mean. If your sleeping for more than 15 minutes, that could be considered good. Not being kicked in the face by random foot attached to unseen body, could be considered good. Not laying in a puddle of pee that comes from random bladder, could be considered good. Screaming baby not actually waking sleeping baby is definately considered good. Being wedged in just so, between sleeping baby and sleeping baby with your back starting to cramp up and managing to move quietly to the foot of the bed and not waking anyone, could be considered good.

Sleeping through the night and babies...what a myth! Enjoy your babies now...enjoy your sleep when you get it! Enjoy first smiles in the morning and try to forget that they are another day older and so are you.

Make extremely large pancakes for your family and then realize you don't have syrup.
Improvize with heavy whipping cream whipped into a topping and throw in the last remaining raspberries that haven't been pulverized and turned into fake blood by your children.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Joy and screaming

I love it when my screaming baby wakes the screaming baby that I just got to "sleep" about one minute previous. And then the screams of the screaming baby encourage the screaming of the other screaming baby and I am convinced that they are both dying of some sort of rare screaming disease caused by lead poisoning from a random toy made in China laying around the house and at 3:44am I should facebook it...but instead I decide to yell at my husband...just incase he can't hear the screaming of the two lead poisoned screaming babies and that I need to go downstair at 3:44am because if I haven't slept yet, well then, I probably need some LIFE cereal. I throw on Pandora and have a discusion with my husband amidst the screaming and LIFE eating that the couple singing harmonizes well, but that for some reason I can't for the LIFE of me remember who they are, or where I am for that matter.

In the morning time,as I call and theorize the probable lead posioning, my husband has the nerve to say that it could have just been gas pains and teething.

Well....I never.