Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Score= Diaper Bag 1, Mom 0

Kudos to me for getting all 4 kids fed, dressed, and to carpool line in time. That's about all that I have been able to get right so far this morning.

The area where we usually go to park to take the kids into school has been under construction so the teachers have been holding "drop-off carpool" on the other side of the building. Have I mentioned how much I love this? Because I know I have mentioned it to the director about a zillion times. It is not easy to get all 4 kids out of the car, into backpacks, twins into the stroller, etc. by 9:00 am. Let's not even mention how bad I feel when I am still in my jammies running down the hall of the church school to get the big kids to class on time.

So, this morning after I got the kids to carpool line I trucked halfway across town to the Starbucks with a drive-thru window to get my coffee. Decaf, but still, I need it. The line is always very very very long so you had better have XM radio in your car or find something good to listen to because you are going to be there for awhile. Anyway, I get to the window and order the usual: venti decaf americano with a boatload of cream plus two equals, and a piece of banana bread. Now take into consideration that there are about sixty seven cars behind me so I can't back up when I realize that I do not have my wallet with me in the diaper bag. Shit and shitola.

I had to drive all the way through to the window only to tell hunky coffee boy that I forgot my wallet. No to pleased since they had already made the coffee.

Thank God I had not gone to Target first and done my shopping. I had a long list, of course I forgot that too, but I'm glad I did not realize I had no wallet with a pair of screaming twins and a cartful of frozen food and dino nuggets.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

But I want to be the only one (Husband included)

Poor Stuart, twin B, thinks he would be better off as an only child. He has no patience for his siblings, no tolerance for anyone else being held or fed. All I can think of is.....boy, his poor wife. When he grows up and gets married, I am for certain his wife will not be able to have any friendships, no career, no children of her own. Although I love my babiest boy something fierce, there are times (like this very minute) that I wish I was born without ears.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Under Construction !

I am working on getting a new design up and running so all the dirty laundry I write about will at least be on a cute page.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Let this serve as your formal invitation to my pity party.

Of course the babies did not read my sticky note about sleeping through the night. For some reason today I have reached my tipping point. My nerves are rattled, I am sure that at any moment I will fall down with a stroke or nervous breakdown, maybe a heart attack or gout, whatever. Am I fired as a Mom if I admit that I opened a bottle of wine at 3:30 in the afternoon? I don't plan on drinking the whole thing......

I am too tired to quote the Rolling Stones "Mother's Little Helpers" but I will let you know that I ranked it a 5 out of 5 on my iPod.

I fully admit the twins are watching Barney - IN FRONT OF THE TV, FULL VIEW I MIGHT ADD - so I have time to unload the dishwasher and get dinner ready.

Saturday, April 17, 2010