Daddy’s coming home…

… For a whole week! His plane lands in 90 minutes and boy oh boy, am I excited! The girls are at grandma’s, so all I’ve got are the twins here. I was hoping to get a lot done around the house before he got home- but alas, the babies doth protest! Talk about taking turns all day long, I haven’t had a moment when both were asleep where I could get anything done- there’s always been one or both awake! Somehow I’ve managed to clean the bathroom and kitchen and do a few loads of laundry, but that’s been with a baby strapped to me in an Ergo- not that easy, believe me. The only reason I’m even able to type this is because I’m nursing Bea and I’ve mastered typing with one hand. Now, Atticus is crying in the other room, but I’m just getting Bea to drift off a bit. Argh! This is always the dilemma I am faced with- do I risk waking the almost asleep, nursing child to tend to the crying, waking up child? Or, do I take another few minutes to get the currently nursing child to sleep and let the other one cry until I can get to them? …Well, I chose to pick up my lil’ man, so now I’ve got both awake and they won’t let me put them down, so, I’ve gotta go! Ta ta, for now!

On the road again…

Day 80 of being alone with 4 kids 5 and under. I probably should have started this blog a while I was pregnant with the twins, though I don’t know what I would have written about during my almost 2 months of bed rest. All of the TV shows I caught up on on Netflix, perhaps? For what it’s worth, I’m team Bill, I don’t care how tall Eric is 😉

Here’s the rundown; My husband is a musician, he travels on average 6 months out of the year. We have a lot of kids, 4 to be exact. I spend most of my time trying to stay sane while he busses and flies all over the planet being adored, while drinking cocktails on the beaches of the world- just a suggestion, honey: when I call and ask how your day went, don’t tell me that you just drank some unpronounceable drink in the mediterranean sea (I swear this happened) with all of your buddies because I promise I will perform your long overdue vasectomy myself. You think I’m joking. I’m not.
Our oldest, Ariel is 5, Aurora our technically “middle” child is going to be 3 in a few weeks, and our two youngest, Atticus and Beatrix are 2.5 months. No, we did not name Ariel and Aurora after the Disney princesses, though they do think it’s pretty dang cool that they have those names now that they’re old enough to be obsessed with princesses. Poor Beatrix, she’s going to wonder not only why she doesn’t have a princess name, but why she has the only name starting with a “B”. Well, the 3 “A’s” and “B” thing was not intentional, we just happened to really love the names Beatrix and Atticus, despite the other “A’s”. Anyways, I want to write more, I really do, but the babies are crying, I think they know mommy is doing something creative for herself. They’re lucky they’re cute!