Our Little Litter

Do you remember that movie?  I'm channeling Jennifer Lopez tonight.  Not in an "defending myself from an abusive ex" way, but in an "I'm a super mom, and if you try to invade my home you will probably lose." sort of way.   I should back up. Evan is in Austin for his bachelor party, undoubtedly 3 sheets to the wind - as he should be.  I am home alone with the twins for a few days.  It's my first time alone with them for more than a day, so I am already overwhelmed.  Now this was just the icing on the "Are you kidding me?" cake.  Earlier today I was at work and got a text from my nanny saying that my neighbor stopped by to tell her that he came home and interrupted some guys casing the complex.  They had a lookout who saw him pull into the driveway, he yelled into the complex and a few guys came running out.   I called the non-emergency line to report the "casing incident" and the lady said she couldn't help me.  I begged her...

A very smiley and exuberant little Wyatt was on the floor laughing and showing me the toy he was playing with.  I was at the table filling out paperwork to send to the hospital to request a refund for an appointment we paid for out of pocket but had coverage for.  (oh the irony) Wyatt, practicing his new skill of pulling himself up on everything, grabbed onto the back of the dining room chair across from me and just as quick as I realized what was about to happen, he pulled the chair down on him.  Luckily our chairs are pretty light, but the back of the chair came down on him pretty hard.  Wyatt started screaming in one of those, "I first stopped breathing and then let out a horrific cry" ways.  I threw the chair off him, grabbed him and held him against me, rocking him.  Poor little guy had two bloody nostrils.  He wouldn't let me touch his nose, so of course my most "rational" mommy brain thinks:   Is his nose bro...

** Warning, this is going to be a long post, so shut off the TV, get out your reading glasses and a cup of tea. I think I've been having tiny little panic attacks.  That might be catastrophising things, but sometimes it's just hard to breathe for a few minutes.  Stress is high these days.  I'm pretty sure it's the kind of stress I am putting on myself, which I know because I think un-normal things like "Sleep is so annoying, I don't know why I have to waste time sleeping."  and "I should write a book".  I mean, comeon. How's the diet going you ask?  Don't even get me started, we had donuts for breakfast. I've actually realized that I need to be appreciated, and until the babies came, I was regularly appreciated at work or at school because I am an overachiever and would go above and beyond to gain kudos.  Now I am appreciated in a completely different way by Evan, the babies and both of our families.  It feels different though. ...