Rode Hard And Put Up Wet...

For those of you NOT from Texas that saying is frequently used when you see a woman that looks like, well, it looks like she was rode hard and put up wet? I am thinking that I probably look a little like that today.

But PTL they are gone. God bless all the mothers in the world with multiples, just as long as you keep them and don't ask me to E.V.E.R. babysit for you. I am WAY too old to handle that sort of thing anymore.

Everything was times TWO. Two trips to the potty, pull down two sets of pants, wipe two butts, pull up two pair of pants. Four socks, four shoes, two cups of juice, two cups of milk, no I want chocolate, we don't have chocolate, my Mommy has chocolate, Good For Your Mommy...

Two kids to tie down in the car seats, which by the way have changed a great deal in the past fifteen years and you need a certified mechanics license to figure those suckers out. But everywhere you go, two in the car seats, two out of the car seats, two back in the car seats, two back out of the car seats...

Thank goodness I had the good sense not to drink this weekend, but then again maybe that would have helped.

But they're gone! YIPPEE! My house looks like someone threw in a few sticks of dynamite, but they're gone. Phewww...

Jane gave me some kind of chore or award or something to do with the number 6, but that's going to have to wait until my brain is functioning again or I have finished my pitcher of cosmos...