Stick a fork in me…I’m done. I’m so tired and burnt out from the day, I can barely type. Good thing I don’t have to look at my fingers, since my eyes are closing way too long at each blink.
So, before I fall asleep at the computer (or before my computer overheats and shuts down AGAIN!) I’ll give you a little taste of our day.
It started early, and with an extra body in our bed. Our 5-year-old wandered in around 11:30 pm, and wedged himself between me and my husband. I’m not sure how such a little guy can take up so much room, but he certainly does. A good night sleep was not had by anyone…except the 5-year-old.
After breakfast, we played with Play Dough. And by played, I mean we smushed it into our hair, the floor, and ate a little of it too. I’m sure I will be finding Play Dough in places I don’t even want to imagine.
Relief in the form of my Mom came over. I took the twins for almost an hour walk, while she stayed and played with my oldest. I didn’t realize it was finally summer here in WI, so I was a little unprepared for how darn hot it was. I was actually sweating when we got back, and had to turn on the air.
I then put my little guy down for a super early nap because the twins had an eye doctor appointment at 2:30. That is prime napping time in this house, but it took us so long to get an appointment, I couldn’t be picky. I will definitely fill you in more about the Eye doctor and why we go every year in an upcoming post. But, for now, we’ll get back to the day.
I got oldest and big guy dressed (remember they have a pajama obsession, so when we walked they were in PJ’s,) then had to wake poor little guy to get to the Eye Doctor on time. I’m not sure why we bothered, since they took us in a half hour late.
We then spent two hours at the eye doctor, and all I’ll say right now is…we don’t need glasses! I won’t go into the screaming in the waiting room or the running laps around the office. You can just imagine…
Twins + Eye Doctor + 2 hours + eye drops = Torture.
By that time, we had to run home, stuff some food in, change diapers, and head to my oldest’s T-ball game. I’m not really sure how he did, since most of my time was spent chasing a twin, trying to calm down a twin, or changing a twin’s diaper. My husband did a good job of chasing the other off the baseball field before he got hit by a ball or actual team member. I think that will be the twins first and last t-ball experience…unless they can actually take their nap beforehand.
So, here I sit. Mentally and physically drained. Too much sun, too many screams, and too much chasing around.
BUT…no appointments tomorrow, plus I have ballet. Aaaaaaaah. I’m starting to feel better already.