I'll keep this short, but the girls are teething right now.
(Edit: Like, their eyeteeth and molars and whatever else, maybe some fangs. Sorry for the fix. I'm tired).
Life is hell, in other words.
Last night we put the girls down at 6:30 p.m. I mowed the front, we put Jayden down, and I wrote a couple freelance stories, including the post below. I folded some laundry. Then I settled in with a book, ready to enjoy my last hour before bed. This is exactly the downtime I need to restore myself.
And then Andie started crying.
I sat with her for about 20 minutes, fed her and then put her back down.
Kate got up to sit with her and then put her back down.
Then Allie woke up.
The end result was two hours of screaming from one twin or another, which I think really highlights the joy of twins. Last night, if you had asked me if you could make one disappear, I would have said yes. Don't ask me to pick which one.
I think the toughest thing about being an introvert is needing alone time to recharge. I wish I could get my energy from being with others, rather than it draining my tank, because that time just isn't happening much these days. Sometimes being a parent just sucks especially if you're an introvert.
Then they woke up at 5:30 a.m. and would not go back to sleep.
They say these are the best years of your life. And then I just laugh and laugh.