So yesterday morning I honestly was going to blog about how being a mother of twins is not as hard as everybody thinks it would be. I was going to say that I was feeling good and that I was doing awesome and that things were a million times better than I thought they might be.
Then, oh around noon, things fell apart. Maggie wouldn't eat lunch (even though it was pasta which is the one food she could eat until her stomach exploded. she loves the stuff). Maggie wouldn't nap. The boys wouldn't eat for more than 2 minutes at a time. And they wouldn't nap. They were fussing and snorting. Maggie's nose was running and she was coughing. And I was trying to keep Maggie and her cold away from the boys I was nursing which was difficult because Maggie was climbing all over me in an effort to push me off my own bed. Mayhem would be a good word to describe the scene.
After 2 hours of these shenanigans I finally got Maggie down for a nap, pounded the burps out of the boys and got them settled down, called my mother and dan in tears, and then fell asleep for an hour in a pile of exhaustion. After Maggie's nap the hysteria resumed until Dan helped me transport the boys and their 800 pounds of equipment to the living room, chased Maggie around the house to expend her pent up energy, and cleaned the kitchen and vacuumed the house for me. Dan makes everything better.
Don't worry about me--I'm feeling better today. I just wanted to warn you that if you ever feel like blogging about how easy your life is...you probably shouldn't. 'Cause then the bottom will drop out.