Fifteen minutes I didn't want

I almost wrote this post at 3am this morning because I was very awake. It's the fifteen minutes to herself that no mother wants. Baby Boy decided that he only wanted to sleep 45 minutes at a time last night. Unfortunately this means that Mommy and Baby Girl also only slept 45 minutes at a time. Both of the women in this equation were super irritated by this turn of events. BG gets to express her unhappiness by crying all morning, but Mommy doesn't have that luxury.


One of the hard things about a sleep deprived night is that it makes me fuzzy all day and I am a lackluster parent. For example, rested Mommy knows that BG sleeps really well on her own, in her bassinet, with the sleep sheep. Fuzzy-brained Mommy forgets this and BG gets held instead of put to bed. My apologies to my little honeybun, Mommy will try to tune in better and meet your needs on the first try.


BB is hanging out with his uncles and I am contemplating whether I should eat lunch or take a nap. I'd like to sleep, but if I don't eat now, I might not get lunch at all today. Here's hoping for a better sleep tonight. On a related and redeeming note, Baby Girl makes the most adorable noises in her sleep, a cross between snoring and purring. Baby Boy makes me feel loved when he curls up on my chest.

The inaugural entry

As I write this, the twins are sleeping upstairs in my brother's room. He has kindly given me his room and his king-sized bed for the week (he even changed the sheets first). My mom and sister and I are watching "Dan in Real Life" and I am doing the math and realizing that my angelic tyrants will want me to wake up in less than 4 hours. I'm visiting my parents and siblings for the week while my husband is at a conference blissfully sleeping 8 hours in a row every night. I suppose he's working, as well, but it's the uninterrupted sleep that interests me.


We just had twins twelve weeks ago and this blog is an attempt to put things in writing to share with friends and family and help me remember these early days of parenthood. I talk to people who have had twins and I hear that the first year quickly fades into a blur. While I'd be happy to forget about some of the painful and unpleasant moments, I desperately want to remember many, many more.


So here's the plan... At least once a week(hopefully more often) I will take at least 15 minutes to write a blog post. Time's up for today, hopefully there's more to come soon.