“…how may i excruciate you today?”
that’s how i’ve been answering the phone for the last two days. we’re on cold #2 in as many weeks. the first night, up at 3 am, cuddling a seal-barking baby in the rocking chair, i just felt good… i’ve done this before, i know i have nothing to worry about, he’ll be fine in a few days, and in the meantime, i get some good quality snuggling with a normally very busy baby. the house is humidified with a roiling kettle of mulling spices on the stove, we’re cozied in under star wars blankets with pillows and cold sodas in front of the tv, and life is good.
day 3. 4 kids. no school. it’s starting to wear a little thin. spazmonkey is about 90% of the way down the checklist of “does your child need to be upgraded from “spaz” to “psychiatric inpatient” status?” he kind of sounds like beavis. nobody can say anything to him without him losing it. seriously. just ask him if he’d like pancakes for breakfast. “YOU DON’T TALK TO ME! STOP LOOKING AT ME!”
on the good side, evilgremlin is consistently puking IN the toilet, and trogdor isn’t having any out-of-diaper experiences with diarrhea. on the bad side… it’s really, really hard to keep the twins still. and as soon as they get up and start moving around, they get exhausted and whiney. to the point that, when they sat down to play chess with each other yesterday, every single piece captured resulted in at least one of them bawling. usually both of them. like, every 30-90 seconds. it was wow. and they’re about tired of legos. and wedgits. and boardgames. and coloring. and the tv. i’m going to whip out some playdoh next, and after that, it’s either street drugs or putting them up for adoption.
October 31, 2007 at 5:43 am
If you’re looking to sell some kids on the black market…I know a guy. Holla!