Starting to talk & write in Twitter shorthand all the time now. Concerned that every conversation has only 140 character limit. Cannot have normal discussion. Most likely music to BeBop's ears b/c I can't ramble on like usual.
I mean, how many times can we have the same fight about when he watches the twins he has to WATCH THEM. WITH HIS EYES. His x-ray vision is not so hot these days and so 'watching them' from the office while catching up on the score of the Eagles game doesn't really work. And how many times can we argue about the size of the pieces of food we're feeding them now?
Me: "They'll choke to death! Pea-sized. PEA-SIZED!!"
Dorkus: [Returning from freezer with mysterious, small green object in hand] "This is a pea! This is pea-sized!"
Me: "NO. Petite pea-sized don'tyouknowanythingyoumoron?"
Apparently, you can have the same fight about all of that stuff approximately 100,977,883,332,778,800,000 times.
Work is so, so busy. And I have to say, I'm even less competent than I normally am on the home front (WHA? We're out of baby food? Who the fricking frick is supposed to buy those kids some food? OH YEAH. ME. Because apparently husband is totally unable to drag his ass to the store to buy various jars of mashed and pureed items. RIGHT.)
And I'm still descending to Dante's Ninth Circle of Hell (is that right? Seventh? Ninth? At any rate ONE OF THE BAD ONES) going to boot camp, but now only three days a week because, seriously? I need a day to recover. I get to work and hobble around all day, incessantly complaining, saying things like, "Oh my aching back" and "GAWD, my feet are killing me" and "I think my hip is out." Really. I say stuff like that all the time. I'm old, people, really, really old.
I was going to sit here at my desk, take a short break and compose a beautiful and heartfelt letter to the twins. I skipped month eight and since we're rapidly approaching ten months (!!) I was hoping to have the chance to transcribe my thoughts on everything that's been happening to them over the last couple of months. All of the fantastic strides they're making, each and every day, on their way to growing up and becoming Citizens of the World. To preserve these memories forever. To detail my motherly love and tell them how it grows and blossoms each and every day like a lovely lily…but truly? Fuck that. I just don't have the time.
Maybe I'll Twitter them: @Jax&Parkie Love you, mean it. You 2 r the bomb. Eating like champs, now crawling. Mama's so proud. Smell ya later. Really, I will smell you later.
Or? I'll just include some photos and put that letter back in the To-Do file.
We love Fall, even in California where you barely notice it. But what a great photo opp, huh? And Parkie adds, thank God my freakin' hair is finally coming in, it's about DAMN time.
A change is coming and I'm not talkin' about my diaper!
People, I am truly concerned about this election. And truthfully, I'm concerned that a certain Vice Presidential candidate got her first passport in 2006 and has visited just four countries. I just cannot see how this might bode well for a more positive image for the United States in the eyes of the international community.
Dudes! That just got, like, sooooo heavy! We're just going to practice our Zoolander moves and try to ignore the crumbling US economy.
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