Short update: Yesterday Mike started back at work, leaving me at home with two kids. One who asks five million questions per minute not including requests (milk, TV, toy, eliminate present boredom) and the other has no neck control and wants constant milk supply direct from the boob. Needless to say, I was, am scared to be at home alone with these two folks. My mom called to say that she was going to be 1/2 hour late to my house yesterday after Mike left and I about flipped my lid. Today was the marathon 11 hour stretch and I think I'm doing pretty well. In fact, I'm darn proud of myself!!!!!
Hurray for me. I'm still alive!
Peace out, chiquitas...cyl
