So it's been over a month since I updated here. It's not that I've had nothing to say, but just not the energy to say it. Or, more so, I just haven't had the energy to pull up this website and use my fingers to type across the keyboard. And just saying that makes me feel guilty and bratty. Because, I am not working outside of the home and I only have two children. Unlike, say, Michelle Duggar with her brood of 19. She has time to procreate AND film a reality show AND go on the Today show to talk about procreation. And the girl from Raising Sextuplets, who I just saw on People.com (where I log on to read "the news") got remarried, added two stepchildren to her litter and who plans on having more with her new husband. What I'd like to know is how do these people have time to have s-e-x? Don't you have Mad Men episodes to catch up on when you have a spare moment?
In other news, we were lucky enough to have A's sister and fiance volunteer to spend their spring break with our children, which meant that A and I got to take our first vacation without them! We spent 2 days in Vancouver BC, 2 days in Whistler skiing/watching cable in the hotel room, and a last day in Vancouver before flying home. It was a really fun (expensive) trip, where I spent the first 2 days worrying about leaving my children, and the last day being sad the trip was over/anticipating seeing the boys. So, for thousands of dollars I got to relax for two days before returning home to 2 sick children who are just now (almost a week later) shedding their devil skins to reveal their sweet, innocent selves. Ha. HAHAHA. They are still DEMONIC.
Seriously, this week has been a BAD one. I have never come so close to strangling my children as I have this week. I have permanent nail marks in my palms from clenching so hard while trying not to beat them, and you know in books when they say the heroine bit her lip enough to draw blood to keep from screaming out loud and you think, that's impossible, who would do that? Well, now I know who would. I WOULD. All f-ing week long I have done just that. And, I still may have yelled a little more than I wish I had. And, I feel bad, especially knowing that they have been sick, but I had to do something that didn't involve anything illegal, immoral, or just plain wrong. And then I put T to bed tonight, all clean after a bath, smelling yummy, angelic, and he whispers over and over, and then into the monitor after I go downstairs, "Night night Mommy, I love you. Sweet dreams. I'm going to dream about you. You're my best friend..." And all I can think is "thank god you're redeeming yourself, or else I might never talk to you again. And can you please let me sleep for at least 7 hours tonight?"
