Monday, February 15, 2010


It's been a beautiful, crazy, amazing, and stressful year. My driver's license, which I renewed this fall after a particularly eventful and sleepless night, looks oddly out of sequence with the last one, taken the day after I returned from our honeymoon - tan, rested, and glowing. The stress and exhaustion has taken a toll on more than just my driver's license picture. I've been introduced to entirely new worlds of how-crazy-I-can-become on next to no sleep and lord knows how many hours of nursing and bouncing babies.

Things are getting easier now. The exhaustion and craziness are fading away. But every now and again, I'm confronted with a reminder of how things were. It's in these moments that I realize Kyle really deserves a medal, or at least some good therapy.

On Saturday:

Kyle walks into the dining room where I'm feeding the babies some lunch.

"I have something to tell you."

I look up at him. What could this be? I offer a tentative, you-can-totally-tell-me-anything-and-I-won't-get-angry "okay."

"It's not a big deal. But I don't want you to be upset." He punctuates this with a nervous laugh.

"Well what?" My mind races.

Long pause.

"I don't want you to buy me plain potato chips any more. I want flavor. Always at least some sort of flavor."

"Oh." I start to breathe again. "Okay."

Flavor. How reasonable. But it makes me wonder.

Just how scary was I?


Heide said...

OMG that is so funny!

freckletree. said...

perfect. i am reading this and thinking perfect, perfect and perfect. perfect all of it. and maybe it's because the twins are the same age but i always feel right on time with you. i wish i had more positive thoughts to offer when i am writing, but it seems that i can only dance when i am well rested and less crazy. not 'be nice.'

Deb said...

Reflection is always a good thing. <3

Daryl said...

LOL.. maybe he is just a smart man .. my own could learn from this .. what he does is:

Honey, these chips are not so great.

So dont eat them

Well you bought them so I thought I should tell you I am not crazy about them.

So dont eat them

Maybe next time you can get some others that are not these

So dont eat them AND go get whatever you prefer, your legs arent broken

Karen said...

My twins are four months old; my older son is 2. I'm sending my husband a link to this post so he can have something to look forward to in eight months.