After a brief hiatus, I’m back with new material.
In a previous post I commented on how I needed to take on less stuff to reduce my stress level…..and didn’t.
But then I did.
Hence the no blogging.
While I was away from blog-land, Georgia had her umbilical hernia operated on.
She was born with her hernia and we were not expecting to have it fixed until she was around a year old. We were surprised when the surgeon, during a check up, said she was ready that following week.
The thing that made me the most nervous was not so much the surgery itself but the anesthesia. I read the frightening information available concerning anesthesia so I was informed but freaked. It is frightening because there is a vey small percentage of a likelihood of death. For some reason I knew in my heart she would be okay but I was still nervous.
Thank goodness the hospital had a great gift shop to help keep my head distracted.
My husband was a great pilar of support:
And a thoughtful friend offered to watch Jackson:
Georgia made it through her surgery and anesthesia just fine. I would, however, love to have been able to know what she was thinking as she was going under. Only because the last time I went under I just kept repeating “the snozzberries taste like snozzberries!!!”
For the last week or so I’ve been wracking my brain trying to think of fun and witty things to post here. Maybe I’ve been a little intimidated by Jerry’s amazing blog; Where Do Gaybies Come From, soon to be titled…..something else. We have boy/girl twins, stay at home parenting and awesomeness in common but Jerry has a little more experience under his belt (as his twins are a little older) and is quite an hilarious writer.
I’m not really getting down on myself here. I’ve learned that as twins get older you are rewarded for keeping them alive by having a little more free time so I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before I am back in the swing of things….mentally.
Which brings me to my latest observation.
Normally, I like to think of myself as a pretty humorous person but I think that, along with sleep and what used to be a plumper ass, I may have lost some wittiness since having children. I do things like:
Walk away from a conversation I just had with somebody, wondering what I just said, if it made sense and if I ended the conversation properly or just started walking away.
Forget the spelling of simple words like “their” or “tomorrow”.
Can’t tell a decent joke to save my life.
Forget whether or not I’ve said something and end up constantly repeating myself. “Oh, did I not say ‘thank you’ for the crackers? Thank you. Oh I did? Ummm, thanks.”
I have lost the ability to read directions and instructions completely, all the way through.
Can no longer interject with some hilarious little quip. I’m down to about 1 or 2 laugh out louders a month.
Stare blankly at my feet while I’m in bed trying to think of funny non-funny things that I do
Now that I’ve typed this all out, it appears as if you could either be reading a blog of a stay at home mom of twins or a career stoner.
I’m ultimately not too worried, I’m sure something that resembles my brain might slowly start to return….maybe it will bring some of my ass back with it too. In the meantime I will make due with my one or two solid laughers a month….here’s to hoping they end up here!
Okay, so I know that in a recent post I delighted in the wonders of staying at home, but I feel I need to talk a little…no, sing the praises of getting out too. I don’t really mean the friggin’ mall, or the grocery store, or even a walk for that matter. What I’m talking about is time with friends. The ones that love your children. Really. Not to say that everybody you know doesn’t love your children but, let’s face it, there are some people out there that just aren’t “kid people”. You know them, you love them, but when you try to put a kid in their arms they stiff up like the walking dead. I used to be one of those people. Not so entranced by children. Different story now but I can remember when I was pregnant and people would hold their babies in my face like; “Oh look aren’t they cute! This is what yours are going to look like when they come out!”. I would just tilt my head, look the parent in the eye, and say: “Really? Thank you. Because I was worried for a second there that I was going to be giving birth to puppies.” Oh, hormones.
Anyway, I’ve gotten a little off-track.
Spending time at a friend’s house is great. We have a weekly dinner get-together with a group of friends that I always look forward to. Not just because I thoroughly enjoy these people and their company, but also because they also love mine and the babies’….aaaaannd it’s a nice break. There. I said it.
I get to socialize while the twins are lovingly passed around from one “aunty” or “uncle” to the next and I can still be right there if they need to eat or be changed. It’s great for the twins because they get to interact with other faces besides mine and it’s great for me because I get a little break without having to arrange a babysitter. It’s a new thing I will call Semi-Babysitting…or Mommy Playdates. Whatever I call it, it works.