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!