Twingosity

My poor husband just doesn't understand.

By the time he gets home, I've spent the entire day with twins ... feeding, patting bums, bouncing, shhhhhhh'ing, playing, changing multiple shitty explosion diapers, patting more bums and I really really some days would love nothing more than to just hand him a baby when he walks in the door and go to bed.

I don't feel like talking. I want to sit down in a quiet room and drink something (tea, wine, whatever is handy). I don't want to go for a walk, I can barely make the decision on what to cook for supper, I don't want to go out and run errands. Do you not realize that we have a schedule and bedtime is at 7pm?? It just doesn't work for us to leave the house after supper. I'm with babies all day, I understand the significance of running off the routine.

I don't feel like talking. I want to take a bath in a quiet room. I can't think, I can't make decisions, I can't plan our vacations, my brain is tired.

I fully understand his day starts just about as early as mine and if I poke him long enough he will get up once in the night to roll a baby back over on her belly. But I can be up for hours ... and then my day starts at 6am for good. I understand its only an extra 45 minutes of sleep he's getting but that would be heaven for me. Hell, I could definitely start my day at 6:45 and be happy. But 5:50am?? Not fun.

I don't feel like talking. I want to go to bed at 9pm. I want to sleep straight through to 6am even. I feel one hundred times better when I get to sleep before 10 o'clock however that leaves very little time for him and I.

Yes, work is stressful. But can it really be as overwhelming as being home all day with six month old twins?

I love being home, LOVE IT. However, its tiring. I don't feel like talking by the time 5pm rolls around.