Superbowl, Snot, and Guilt

So as everyone probably knows, yesterday was Superbowl Sunday.  Just like every other year, my husband decided to have a party (i.e.- I clean the house, run around keeping the kids from destroying it, handle all the food, and then clean-up after).  This is the first year I've have to work, so hubby had to handle it all himself...well kinda.  Of course I stayed up too late the night before to clean up the house and etc.  Add in very sick almost 10 month-old twins and I saw disaster looming.  I got home just after halftime and he seemed to be managing it okay...let's see...my older boys and three other kids were running around the house having a dart gun war, all the food was sitting out and had been for who knows how long, and the poor snot faced miserable babies were being held by everyone else.  Yep.  A perfectly normal day in my house!  Actually, he was a trooper.  He managed to maintain his cool while being a good host (and the friends holding the babies would have held the babies even if they had chicken pox- they love those babies!)   He's actually a really great dad and does a lot (as we've worked opposite shifts the last nine years so we wouldn't have to use any daycare).  If I couldn't stay home, I didn't want my kids going to daycare.  I'm not saying anything bad to any moms who take their kids to daycare.  We all have to do what we have to do.  I just knew I wanted to avoid it as much as I could.  We finally had to give in this year.  When I came back to work, I had to work one 12 hour shift during the day and for a while I had a good friend come to the house, but she got this great job opportunity and now I have to take the twins someplace.  The lady they go to I absolutely love.  Any lady that has to hold back tears because some of her other children she watches will be starting kindergarden and she will miss them is a winner in my book (as long as she isn't bordering on being an obsessive psycho!)

So today is my day off and I finally got the twins down for a nap.  As crazy as our lives are, they actually have a really good routine.  It's just off a little today as I had to run around for yet another dr visit that I couldn't bring the babies to.  So now I SHOULD be cleaning up the mess from hubby's party, doing laundry, paying bills, exercising, and tackling all the other things on my massive to do list, but what am I doing...blogging.  I'm still not sure what I'm doing yet.  Still working through the kinks.  I joined this really great network called Mom Blogger's Club (www.mombloggersclub.com).  I already had a few messages from some great other moms.  As soon as I figure out how to navigate around my page I will respond, so be patient!  I feel a little guilty here just sitting typing at my computer, but I have to remind myself that hey I'm a working mom with 4 kids, a bunch of dogs (it's like having more kids), and I help my husband with one of his businesses too (did I mention he has a full-time job and his own business also).  I deserve some time to do what I want...but why do I always feel so guilty?  I don't go get manicures, pedicures, and my hair done all the time (twice a year tops).  A little too type A like my father I guess.  I have to be honest though...before I started typing I did throw in a load of laundry and start the dishwasher.  I guess I'm just stalling.  I work better under pressure.  Let's see...2 hours until I get the other two boys from school, rush home, feed them and change their clothes, then off to sitting at an ice rink for over three hours for their hockey practice (with twins in tow of course), then rush home, get all four kids bathed, showered, and into bed.  Oops, can't forget to make sure they do their homework (and I'm sure there's something else I'm forgetting)...and today is my day off from work.  What crazy lives we all live.  It definitely keeps life interesting.  As crazy as it is though, I couldn't imagine it any other way!!!

So I think I'm going to add my twin supermom talent of the day to my blogs...you know all you twin moms (and singleton moms) have them...like managing to carry 2 infant carriers with 20+ pounds of baby in each while opening a door and answering your phone at the same time.  Mine yesterday was having to wrap up both babies together in a towel after their bath and get them to their room by myself (as hubby was in the bathroom with a stomach ache from all the rich fattening food yesterday).  I managed to wrangle two slippery babies, get them wrapped up in a big pool towel together (although they definitely weren't too happy about it) and carry their 50 pounds of squirmy cuteness together to their room.  You would think I would have some great looking buff arms with toting those two around, but I think I just look scrawny!

Well, that it's for now,  until next time! :)

Wait!  I just thought of one gripe I have of being a mother of twins.  I seemed to have aged a lot to strangers, because they are always surprised at my age.  They seem to think you only have twins by in-vitro and only older ladies have in-vitro.  It's happened twice in the last week!  Hello...regular people have twins all by themselves and we are of all ages.  I'm 33 and these people seem to think I must be in my 40s but just look really good and had in-vitro to get my boys.  Umm...they are identical,  It means one egg split into two.  It's a miracle of nature not a guy in a lab coat.  Why do people have to be so rude?  And if I was in my 40s and I did have in-vitro, why would it be any of their business?  Ugh!  The nerve of some people...at least it gives me a chuckle at the stupidity of others...we can only hope that those are the kind of people that hopefully don't breed! ;)