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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Go there.

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.

Yeah, ON FREE BALLOON DAY.

So I steal things. On a regular basis. Nothing exciting, just pens and napkins etc. But come on, they WANT you to! It's free advertising. So when I jack 5 or 6 pens a visit, or a 2 inch stack of napkins.. I'm really just doing it to boost the economy? It's a weird need. I have like 30 pens in my purse. It's very heavy. I just thought I'd share. If you get the balloon day reference, you get bonus points. The points aren't worth anything, but if you save them up.. Who knows..

Also. This will be pretty scattered today. It's been a long time since I've written, and as Zac pointed out in the OB office today - I'm retarded, and need to wax my mustache. I'm sure that has something to do with it.

I bought a watermelon for the first time today.

And that reminds me, all through town my car was dinging. Every couple minutes or so.

ding ding ding
DING DING DING

Shut up! My tires are fine, my seat belt is on, there are no messages or "check this" notices scrolling across my dash. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?? For real, I was already stressed out from events I will discuss eventually.. and I didn't need the extra stimuli.

ding ding ding.

Damnit. After awhile I figured out that it was upset that I hadn't buckled in the watermelon sitting on the passenger seat.

Well that's too bad cuz reaching takes effort, and this body doesn't put forth effort for just anything. Okay really it just REALLY hurts to reach/twist/bend/move in general right now, and yeah. I mean it hurts a lot. Sorry melon, maybe the airbag will save you if it comes to that.

I need to start a post for all my weird pregnancy dreams I've been having lately. Someone should remind me to do that.

What else? Hmm.

I'm pregnant. With twins. And for those of you who have never been told you're having twins.. It's not just "an extra baby" .. It's "freaking DOUBLE the amount of babies that are supposed to come out!".. That's right, double. 8 limbs flailing about. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited and already love them, but seriously? I found out a month ago, and my head is still spinning. I always thought it'd be cool to have twins.. back when it was just some abstract concept of something that could never possibly happen to me. Ya know? When you're lying on the table with a tube up your yoohaw, and the ultrasound lady flips the screen around so you can see what she's been (quietly) looking at for the past 10 minutes.. and she starts out by pointing to the screen and saying "well, there's ONE baby ..and there's another one.." ... Things just get really weird!

I know people do it all the time. I know it's not as big of a shock as like quadruplets. However, it's still proving to be just a tad outside my comfort zone.

I guess it's time to make you look at pictures.
3/26/14

That's what they looked like the day I found out..

This was at my first OB appointment on 4/8/14..

And then today.. which is 4/22/14 (if you aren't paying attention)..

Baby B was very active.. It was pretty neat to watch :)

"A cat, a dog, a watermelon, an Easter basket and a handful of unmatched man socks are hanging out on the couch.."

Zac's step mom had a heart attack today. Scary! It looks like she's going to be alright though, so that is great news.

I forgot what else I was going to write about, so I guess I'll go for now.

Enjoy the meteor shower tonight!

ADHDefg, Mary had a twinkle little star.

First I'd like to point out that pretty much any song or thing you say is hilarious if you sing it to the tune of Mary Had A Little Lamb.

Old McDonald had a farm
had a farm
had a farm
Old McDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O

The cat is always at the end of Chris's bed to greet me when I'm standing there waiting for him to crawl into the top bunk. And now I sing her this song.

Hello kitty, How are you?
How are you?
How are you?
Are you going to sleep with Chris?
And lay upon his face
  
Gigantopuppy is in cuz it's really cold outside. He needs to chill out. No pun intended.

Here's more of the Old McDonald/Little Lamb song.. because it's stuck in my head.

And on his farm he had a cow
had a cow
had a cow
On his farm he had a cow
And his cow said MOO
....

I started this like a week ago. There's just been too much going on that required mental energy lately. I will get to my point eventually though. Probably.

Zac: "They're talking about my lawn furniture."

Me: "No, I believe they said "mom's lawn furniture"."

Zac: "Why would you need lawn furniture? You never go outside."

Me: "Well in theory if I was to be out on the lawn, I would prefer there to be furniture out there."
....
I can't seem to get this finished. I know when I started it I had a long spiel about my feelings on ADHD.. but since then I've come to realize that I'm not upset after all. The person who made the comments is simply in no position to judge anyone's parenting choices.

What I do have to say is this..

I do not drug my son to control him and get him to behave. I provide him with a carefully doctor controlled medication that allows him to have the option of controlling his own mind and senses.

He is not stoned and depressed all the time. Anyone who is around him can see that.
He is thriving.

To those of you who support our decision, Thank you.

To those of you who do not, out of concern for my child, I appreciate that.

To those who disagree simply to be vindictive and hurtful, Suck it. 
....
I am totally sitting here avoiding cleaning my living room. I started, and then lost steam about 40 seconds in.

I've got to get the chair and table moved back to the other side of the room, so I can recline my recliner again since I have to try to sleep in it. I'm considering clearing off the love seat and trying to scrunch on that, but I don't know. It's very short. And very piled with stuff that has no home.

I just saw a commercial for a Barbie with a dog that poops.. And she's equipped with a pooper scooper.. Eww.
....
It's like a month later. My computer broke, and getting on Zac's takes effort. It's a given that I don't have any of that.

Chris asked to stay up later last night.. so he could keep cleaning.

Time for some fun..

Things you will find in my bathrooms:

• Pliers
• Broom
• Giant Metal Cooking Pot
• Stuffed Seal
• Caulking Gun
• Package Of Screws
• Empty Beer Can That No One Has Bothered To Bring To The Kitchen (left from when they installed the new toilet a year or two ago. Yeah, I don't know)
• 3 Fly Swatters
• Sunglasses
• Stephanie & Asher Coozie
• Handcuffs
• Basketball
• Remote

Wow, it is like a million and a half degrees in here. Ick.

I've decided that my family is not capable of turning the pantry light off.

Does anyone want a broken TV?

Today is my Mom-In-Law's birthday. Happy Birthday Laura!

I wonder if Zac is willing to downsize our DVD collection. We don't have any room to store them.

I just turned off the heat and opened the door to cool it off in here. It's snowing. But barely.
Don't judge.

I've got to get rid of more books too. It's house-purge time again. Now that I'm not driving to town like every night, I'm hoping to get some stuff accomplished. It sounds good in theory, right? Today I told Zac that the only praise I need for cleaning is for him to acknowledge that he can tell I did something.

I really should probably do something today. I showered though. That counts.

I was just looking at my wall. I'm noticing "improvements" Chris added that I didn't really pay attention to before, and I can't recall how long they've been there. He screwed a cork board to it, and then there's a big black trash bag tacked up about shoulder high by the door.

Also he took the game systems out of the entertainment shelf and replaced them with a package of baby wipes and some robot instructions. Handy.

Sometimes I'd just like to crawl inside his brain, and see what's really going on in there.

So hmm... It's gotta be hauling laundry to mom's, hanging out and enjoying a free supper.. Or staying home and cleaning, so the Sear's guy can come fix our dryer so I can do it at home again.

Our internet needs fixed too. I think we might need a new router.

Is tax money here yet?

It's not cooling off in here. I think I have a fever.

Zac always leaves his phone unattended. To punish him (for not having it at his side at ALL TIMES.. I mean, what if I need to text him while he's in the bathroom?) I like to change his wallpaper. Usually to entertaining pictures of him, or just random disturbing images. It amuses me. It does not amuse him.  Today I opted not to mess with the wallpaper though because he's been asking me nicely to "knock it the hell off". I just changed the language to Spanish. It was just as satisfying.

Speaking of phones. I was looking at mine and the alarm went off. It scared the ever living snot outta me.

So I guess that's my cue to get off the computer and prepare for Chris's arrival.

Laters.