Wake up my kids and...

UPS Man: I know that your job is hard this time of year. But if you ring my doorbell one more time after 7:30 at night, I will find a way to make it harder. Yes, I get a lot of packages. Yes, the lights are on so I appears we are up. But my children are sleeping. And this is the only time I have to do laundry, dishes, or just hide for a few hours before bed. If you take that away from me, you will not see the cheery lady who greets you the other 10 1/2 months of the year. And I know you saw the note. I know it didn't blow off the door. My door is glass, I can see out of it just like you can see in. Thank You Mad Dash Mommy

They Say It's Your Birthday

I'm approaching 30. Less than a week to go. And it's not the normal "I haven't done anything with my life" feeling that I'm getting. Instead it's the "Holy crap, I have 3 kids under 2 and I'm only 30!" feeling. I'm working. I'm paying bills. I'm living the American Dream. And it stresses me.

Here's where I thought I would be... I thought I would be a financier. On Wall Street. Popping aspirin like tic tacs to keep the heart attacks at bay. Or maybe the CEO of a Fortune 500. You get the idea. Someone with power.

But I realize that not only do I not have power in my work life, I don't really have it in my home life either. My toddler often wins the battle. Fine, you want to wear your light up shoes that are too small, fine. You want to eat candy for breakfast, fine. I'm too tired from taking care of the twins to fight it. And the twins. Oh, the twins. They have more power than the toddler. They cry and someone immediately runs to their rescue. Hungry? Dirty diaper? Tired? Poor babies! They have me reading books and making schedules.

So, 30, I surrender to you. Maybe after I start sleeping longer than 4 hours at a time I will rule the corporate world.

Gross!

I am grossing myself out! It's been over a year since I gave birth to the twins and I weigh more now than I did a month after I had them. It's time to make a change. I've decided to sign up for a boot camp in January. Let's hope I make it! I've been sedentary since my OB told me no exercise due to my high risk history. So almost two years. I am starting to feel really nasty. The worst thing about the boot camp, other than paying to have someone yell at me, is that it starts at 5:15 in the morning! Which means I have to leave the house by 4:50. So early! Why does this have to be so hard? Why can't candy make you lose weight? What have you ladies (and men) done to get rid of the baby weight? What has and hasn't worked for you?

Melt Down!

What is it about the two hours between daycare & work and before my husband gets home that makes the kiddos - and me - MELT DOWN?!

My toddler:  I tried the snack.  I tried giving him undivided attention.  I tried both of those, concurrently, for several weeks.  But we are still melting down! 

The twins:  They are babies!  And usually they have been with me all day at work or with a family member.  So they can't be screaming for my attention.  And they are on a great schedule so they are fed before we go home. 

What are the thoughts out there on this one?  I know other working mommas have to be going through the same thing.  What can be done to eliminate the number of tantrums during this time?