Where I Stand.

A wise man (ok, it was Zac) once (yesterday) told me something, and it sums up my whole political stance..

I'm not Anti-Trump.
I'm not Pro-Trump.
I'm Anti, Anti-Trump.

And it's exactly true.

Big sigh.

My story is being lost.

The last two years are just gone.

People think social media is bad for whatever reasons.. But let me tell ya, if it wasn't around I'd be sobbing like a baby right now.

I haven't had time to blog, to tell my stories.. Just little tidbits and 9 million pictures..

I do have hope that when the day comes and my babies stop being babies and I'm all psycho hardcore empty nesting, I'll be able to go back day by day and piece together this time.

Anally, of course, cuz that's how i do.

I pray i will remember the stories behind the photos, and be able to do them justice.

Until then, bear with me.. Facebook is my record. My memory. All my pictures go there because i am kryptonite to electronics, and it's just the way it is.

My page is for me. I plaster it for my own benefit.

Not to show off, or cuz I think you all are super interested in a bazillion pictures of my kids sleeping :)

Yes, I realize some of you nut jobs are.

And that's why i love you ;)

If anyone wants to pitch in to buy me one of those books made out of my facebook feed....... Lol.. I'm totally going to invest in that eventually.

As for tonight.. I'm headed into round 4 of baby Tetris to reclaim my leg and pillow.. And then sleep might happen.

When I'm done dwelling on moments I'll never have again.

Also, i really want chips and nacho cheese.

Neither situation can be remedied.

Damnit.

Dad's fish are loud.

My dad has some fish next to the couch down here.. where I spend most of my time rocking babies and whatever. One picks up and spits out rocks constantly, and even though I tell him repeatedly that "fish aren't supposed to be so noisy", it just continues to do it.

I have a lot to write, but nothing to write all at the same time. How does that work?

Maybe I'm just a little annoyed that I'm not taking a nap since the babies are down.

I'm waiting for a call back from the nurse though. The phone would wake me up when she calls, but then I'd be in a half awake stupor trying to remember why I needed to talk to her.

I also want to color.

I have a slight headache.

I am annoyed with many things today.

I'm going to have to go to a dermatologist for my weird blister/itchy mess I think. I'm waiting for a call back on that too.

Vacations are over. School is going to start. ICK. I just don't want it to happen.

I think that nap is going to happen now though. It's been a long morning.

Oh Yes. I did that.

Clingy babies produce desperate parenting tactics.
I just sat my whiny 9 month old twins in the middle of the floor and gave them each a gummy worm and a pile of diapers. It's the first time I've had my lap free of a baby in the last 3.5 hours.  And then the only reason I had some baby-free time before that was because I was in town getting my wrist shot up with steroids. By a doctor wearing jeans and a Hawaiian shirt. I love him.

And how am I spending this "me" time? Laundry? Feeding my other kids lunch? Anything remotely necessary and/or productive at all?
Nooooooo. Ah hells no.
I'm writing a blog, watching Spongebob, and eating a half pound of cheddar.

Yep, I just consumed 800 calories of cheese. (I looked)

I justify it by the fact that 3 different people commented on how I look like I've lost weight today. I've gained 30 this year, but thanks for boosting my confidence folks.

The babies are dressed alike today. As red M&Ms. Avi is shoving diapers into an empty Sam's Cola box, stopping only to cruise to the edge of the blanket to lick the concrete. Dylan is on his knees by the mattress staring into space, blowing raspberries and silently giggling.

Obviously their dad's genes at work.

Uhg, bummer. Mom fun is over. Floor licker requires my attention. And probably something to drink.

Stop Flopping.

Dylan never holds still. And today he's biting the hell out of my nipples.

It's been a year+. So much has happened that I doubt I can ever catch up. My baby monkeys are here. Avi & Dylan. They are amazing. And rotten.

Wow I hate the Nicky, Ricky, Dicky and Dawn commercial where he says "Not .. To.... Her... Faaaace!" What an annoying voice.

I think I am going to eat another hot pocket.

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I'm sad that my babies are getting old. I wish I could afford more. Heck, I wish I could afford the ones I have ;)

Hmm.. Rare opportunity has occurred.. Both babies are sleeping.. I must shut up and take a nap!

What I do well. (Old draft from last summer)

Well, there's not much.

On the way home from town tonight, I was singing along to the radio and was annoyed that I can't sing as good as I used to. Then the Piano Man came on, and I was annoyed that I never finished learning how to play the piano well.

Crap, I can't really do anything amazing.

Then I decided that my daughter isn't an alcoholic slut, and my son isn't into arson.. So maybe I'm winning at this parenting thing? Which I suppose is a good thing since I will have two more kids to keep out of the prison system.

Challenge Accepted.

Anyway, babies are a couple months from arrival and plans are forming. Not so much "getting ready" as we are brainstorming on ways to entertain ourselves with the twins.

Twin Olympics. Oh yes. I won't elaborate, but it's gong to be epic.

Wow, I am really hungry. It's like supper time. The day goes fast when you don't get out of bed until 1pm. But as I told Kendra earlier, I'm not in the mood to provide my kids with proper nutrition tonight. So off to mom's we go.

I shall return. Eventually.

S'What?

So Chris will put seasoned salt on anything. ANYTHING.

My recliner is popping and thumping and squeaking, and OMG WHAT IS BEEPING?? It needs to stop. I guess I should get up and figure that out. But is 4:30am, and I'm crazy tired. Getting up really doesn't sound like a good time.

Is it sad that I'm pretty excited that I'm getting a new blood sugar checker tomorrow?

It's been like a month since I started this entry. I've gotten 2 checkers since. And a new chair. Not having a computer seriously messes with my motivation to blog. But I will be rich someday, and a new laptop will be mine!! Wait, I'm having twins. So that's a lie.

I haven't thrown up in TWO days though, and that's got me feeling a little like I've won the lottery.

It's hot. Too grossly hot. I don't complain about the cold during winter, so I feel I have every right to bitch constantly about any weather that includes temperatures over 65 degrees.

Chris has been playing monkey ball for 2 hours now. And guess what? I don't care. He worked a lot yesterday, and I'm sure as hell not going to shove him outside all afternoon when it's hell-hot out there.. Though I will make him go out and give his dog a couple treats later I guess. But still. My point is that he's got a free pass to sit on his butt and play video games all day today.

I have so much to do before we leave for Colorado. I'll worry about it Monday. This weekend there is too much partying to be done!

I think it might be nap time.

Why yes, yes it is.