I haven't written in weeks. The tag sits there on my bookmark toolbar making me feel bad for not writing. I have stuff to tell, really, but it's the putting it into coherent sentences that daunts me (can I say something "daunts me" or is everything only "daunting"?)
Much going on in our realm. Loren has taken over bedtime duties (doodies?) and so far so good. I have to hide out in the shower while they are reading and going to sleep otherwise they come find me to read just one more story, or sing one more song. But let's face it, I am definitely getting the better end of that deal. Sitting in the tub with a book - heaven! It could only get better if I had hot water. See Twins - what I give up for you already.
Actually Loren is becoming candidate for Dad of the Year. He is making dinner half the week, he does all the kid duties (and doodies) when he gets home from work, and he gets up early on the weekends so I can sleep in while he makes homemade pancakes for the boys - guts and poops for Owen, blueberries and guts for Liam. Extra points for remembering who gets what.
Admittedly I felt a little mom-guilt at first but I am slowly realizing how much I will have on my plate come September. I stopped reading all the twin books because it was starting to freak me out a little. So much can go wrong but I can't stress over all that or it will go wrong. It's a circle. But I am reading a little bit about after the babies are born and while it's not scary per se, it's stuff I want to know before the hurricane hits. Bad to compare twins to a hurricane but I am a realist. I want to know the worst so I can prepare, even while hoping for the best. I guess I am an "optomistic realist". Eleven years of marriage (almost), two boys, plus twins on the way gives me the right to choose my own label, yes?
