Im tired. Im bone weary, feeling dizzy, feeling faint tired. I spend - each day -dizzyingly moving from task to task, with a sense of accomplishment coupled with a sense of doom.

Im tired.

It's never going to end yet I know it will.
The boys are months.
Not sleeping through the nigh, not yet 15lbs either.
I'm tired.
Tired in ways I cant articulate.
Tired that I forget words for things, tired that daily I barely hold my physical body up, moving from task to task, completing but not living.
Tired.
and angry.

Because having es last two has brought judgment on me. to me.
And if you arent working had, I dont want to hear it.

im tired.
I said Id blog and Im sneaking a minute but im sideways with exhaustion.
And tired.

A quick prebedtime note then...

As I sit here breaking 2 new years resolutions by eating copious Honey Teddy Grahams and not updating my formerly vibrant blog, I got to wondering the following...

People talk about twins from birth  sharing a special bond, holding hands in utero, barely able to leave one anothers sight, nesting snugly into one another and I'm...perplexed. Apparently I have spawned Cain & Abel because I'm not seeing nuttin'. Im not sure if either knows the other exists. And sleep together in the same crib? bah. Not happening. It's all elbows and fists flailing. I know eventually they'll start to notice one another but man oh man are they aloof....