I am the luckiest girl in the world because now I have an answer to my question of BUT WHO WILL TAKE CARE OF THE MOMMY? I have felt THE WORST for the past week and could not fathom trying to take care of two babies with a sore throat so raw it felt like I was swallowing golf balls every time I took a drink, a high fever and the chills. Finally, I went to the doctor for some serious drugs. Thank gawd he gave them to me.
My fabulous husband took two whole days off from his v. v. important job to take care of Sascha and Mia while I whined and complained. OK, his job is not really that important, but he likes to pretend it is. Actually, I'm lying. Every time I complain about staying home with the kids (b/c I really want to get back to work, but hey that’s another post) he says, "No problem! You go back to work, make my salary, and I'LL stay home with the kids." This coming from a man who asked me as I was walking out the door one day, "What am I supposed to feed them?" And I should trust him at home all day with the babies? Wait, I am supposed to be applauding this man, not ranting about his faults.
And then there’s MY MOMMY. Yes, my mother deserves to be sainted, the Queen of England should Knight her or whatever you do to a woman to give her the title Lady (oh, that sounds a bit kinky). My mother ROCKS. She answered the call of her daughter on her sickbed, begging assistance, and hightailed her ass over here to take care of her baby’s babies.
I’m finally all better. What a relief!