I am waiting, rather impatiently, for the twins to fall asleep. They have been in their cribs for over an hour. I have been up to their room a half dozen times to put their )*$(#$* pants back on, give them their blankets and stuffies that they launch over the side of their crib EVERY.SINGLE.NAPTIME. Drew is sound asleep and has been for over an hour. You can see where this is going. They will finally fall asleep and he will get up and I will have done nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero. I cannot concentrate when I can hear the girls being wild over the monitor. Doug says I should turn it off. However, in the last two days, Izzie has tried unsuccessfully to climb over her crib into Annie’s and Annie has gotten her arm stuck behind her crib. So, ignoring them is not the answer.
There is something so calming about naptime (when the kids are sleeping that is). It is the only time of the day where I breathe. I can almost feel the tension wash away when there is silence over the baby monitor. Sometimes I do some cleaning or laundry, and other times I do nothing. I wander the house enjoying the blissful silence. I read blogs without hearing someone screaming over a stolen toy. I tidy up a bit. I finish my lunch, which never happens at the actual meal.
Today though, my blood pressure is rising, as the girls are going on an hour and a half without settling down. I just checked on them, but left them pantless. That will come back to bite me I’m sure, but I’m frustrated and fed up. I think I’ll buy them more overalls that they can’t get out of. That will teach them.