Duo

Mistakes

Instead of washing my dishes...I accidently washed the baby.

Quickly now!

The babies aren't here! I need to do the dishes, wash the floors, clean the laundry, put away the towels, organize my closet, make the beds, take a shower, shave my legs, wash my hair, get some food, take a nap, put away groceries, pluck my brows, pee all alone with the door shut, exercise, do nothing, watch TV, go out for coffee and get a pedicure.

A girl can dream, right?

What's that sound?

It is sort of...I don't know...the absence of...I'm hearing wind through the trees...cars in the distance...the house settling in for the night...

I can't quite make it out...I know that I have heard it before...Hmmmmm...

Oh yeah!!

Silence.



Wow. So that's what it sounds like.

Ergo bowling

Has anyone seen my sleep? It's missing...

So I spent most of the night getting random hicky's on my boob (and not from my husband) and thinking about chickens.

When it is random o'clock in the morning, and you have one of your babies sleeping sideways (which means that you also sleep sideways) and the other baby's head being attacked by the birthday present kitten that your now five years olds tears convinced you that you needed to get...you think...I could write something up about chickens for a local magazine. I bet I could find the time!

You then think of different witty sentences to start the article...such as...

"We got some chickens in a divorce" or "Sure...we'll take some chickens!" but you can't remember anything more (and there was some good stuff) when you sit down to the computer in the morning.

Anyways...the babies are going to be one. I don't know what they think they are doing...but they need to knock it off!

When your back is turned