I can't seem to find my ambition.
I am TIRED. Even on the nights I get to sleep all night, it's still only six hours - and I feel like I'm going one step forward, two steps back when it comes to "catching up" on like TWO YEARS of not getting any sleep.
Today, I did what I was planning for yesterday - I met daddy at McDonald's for lunch with the kids. What a clusterfuck that was. I don't know why I keep trying to do stuff like this, it just ends up being SO much work, and I don't feel like anyone really gets anything out of it. The playland was
disgusting. The platform where you climb up into the tubes was positively caked with filth, lint, hair, old food, and stunk of urine. We witnessed one toddler wetting his pants, and a path of drips going from the play area mats to his mama's table. (Actually, I think she was his babysitter, as there were like 5 kids with her and none of them looked alike.) One of the other daycare kids was noticably sick, with snot POURING out of her and a nice cough. I tried to get the kids to steer clear of her, but they'll probably end up with a nice cold by Monday. And the playland was not like some of the others we've gone to - it had NOTHING for small kids to do - only tubes to go up into. And honey and I really weren't relishing the idea of hoisting our fat asses up into the tubes to chase down our kids, so we wouldn't let them go up in there. Really, I only let them run around for five to ten minutes before I said, to hell with all this. The kids threw a FIT because they wanted to play, but it wasn't relaxing at all for us, just chasing them around, trying to keep them out of the urine puddle and the filthy tubes.
So we left. I kissed honey goodbye and decided to go over to Kid-to-Kid and see if I could get some cheap little neat toy for the big twins to play with over the weekend. Yet another huge hassle. I put the big twins in the play area, which is a corner of the store with toys, and carpeted half walls all around it to contain small children. MY children, of course, don't play with toys, the just stack them up and climb with them. And, coincidentally, there was another mom of twins in the store at the same time as me. Generally, twin mamas will give me a sympathetic, knowing glance, but this particular woman was one of those judgemental bitches who think her parenting skills are superior to all other mothers out there. She stood behind me as I was watching over my kids for, oh, a minute or two, until I finally said, "Excuse me, am I in your way here?" and she said, "Uhhhhhhh, yeah. Kind of." Well, speak the fuck up, bitch. You can SEE that I'm a little distracted, yes? I apologized and moved so her kids could get in the play area. She was so condescending - at one point, she glanced disapprovingly at the kids climbing everything and said, "Don't worry, it WILL get easier. I sure remember THOSE days! I know exactly what it's like!" I was like, "Oh, you have two sets of twins too?" She looked in my stroller and saw the little girls and her jaw just dropped. "Oh, wow! I can't even imagine!" That's what I thought, hon. I'm sure it's MUCH easier dealing with a pair 5-year-old girls than it is to deal with FOUR babies in diapers, two of whom are completely dependent on you and two of whom are stubborn as hell and WANT to do everything themselves and won't listen to a word you say. And it's frustrating as HELL that a CHILDREN'S CLOTHING AND EQUIPMENT store is set up in such a cluttered manner that you can't push a stroller - ANY stroller - through it. I guess that's why they have the play area, for you to dump your kids into while you shop, but then what am I supposed to do with the itty bitty girls? I ended up leaving and buying nothing. I just couldn't deal. Everyone was pissing me off. I know a large part of it is that I'M SOOOOOO TIRED, MY EYEBALLS ARE BURNING, but still. I was annoyed, so I left.
I got on the freeway and started heading home and just felt...so shaky and groggy. I thought to myself, maybe I just need fresh air. Maybe I'm not BREATHING enough. You know how it is when you're busy as hell and you sort of forget to breathe for awhile until you're practically hyperventilating? So you take a few deep breaths and you can almost feel your whole chest getting cold, like the air is just spreading out across your chest like tree branches? I just kept filling my chest with air until it hurt, and exhaling and inhaling, until I could FEEL something again. And my eyes just started stinging with tears from out of nowhere. I feel like I'm just running my ass off, getting NOWHERE. All day long, I wipe asses and fix bottles and nuke chicken nuggets and play itsy bitsy spider and put Elmo's World in the DVD player and wash thousands and thousands of sleepers and burp cloths and replace binkies in tiny little round mouths and change batteries in toys and I swear, I go up those damned 18 stairs at LEAST twenty or thirty times a day, with all the laundry and the naptimes and the forgotten this or that and the baths. I swear, I feel like a machine. I don't feel like a human being anymore. I feel like a robot, getting out of bed and feeding babies in the middle of the night and just going, going, going all day long every day. I feel like there is NOTHING to me anymore. I look at myself in the mirror and I hate what I see. I look like fucking HELL with my hacked up bangs that haven't seen a hairdresser's scissors yet THIS YEAR and my overgrown eyebrows and my grown out roots and my undereye circles from hell. I'm still wearing maternity shirts because I don't want my cute shirts to get stained from spitup and leaking formula (those fucking lameass leaky Avent bottles!! I hate them!!!) I don't have any bras that fit right anymore - I haven't bought new underwear since before the FIRST twins were born. I haven't bought new jeans or capris or cute little tank tops or new shoes in like, a year and a half. Until we can sell that
motherfucking albatross of a townhome, we can't afford anything extra at all - but hell, even if I were freakin' LOADED, when would I go shopping for new clothes?? I don't have time to get A SHOWER every single day, and there are MANY days where it's noon before I realize I haven't brushed my teeth yet. All I do is take care of these children 24/7. That's my entire life, save for the one night a month I go to my twin club meetings.
And I don't know what to do about it. I really don't have a fucking clue. Yesterday, I was SO EXCITED that I met some mommies - that we could potentially hang out and my kids could make friends - today, I feel like - why bother? Why should I be seeking out friendships I won't have time to maintain? Why should I be trying to make playdates that I'll have to leave after half an hour because my kids are just too much for one person to handle? And why can't I handle my own freakin' kids?? Is it ever going to get better? Because it seems like it's just going to get HARDER, dude. As it is, when I go out for the day with my kids anywhere, I come home freakin' EXHAUSTED. Four trips from the house to the car to load the kids up, and four trips from the car to the house to unload them. And however many trips to unload groceries and stuff. After pushing my 80-pound stroller with sixty pounds of kids in it, and pulling a cart of groceries behind me all through the store. What else am I supposed to do? I can't figure it out. For so long, I thought, "The kids and I are going stir crazy in this house. We need to get OUT." Now I think, "Is it REALLY worth the hassle??" I'd open up some wine and drink it straight out of the bottle, except I'm still on the clock until midnight and then I have to get up again probably at 3 or 4 and then for good by 6 or 7.
Anyway. I guess I'm just rambling here, but I do have a point: I'm tired. I'm getting burned out. As much as I adore these little monkeys,
I need to get the hell away from them for a little while. I need a break. I need some help. As much as I try to play supermom and do everything, I just can't DO all this shit. I just can't. I keep trying, and I feel like I'm failing miserably. Some days you can walk into my house and the kitchen is clean and the kids are dressed and I smell good, and other days, there are still Froot Loops on the floor from breakfast - the previous day! I've GOT to find somebody out there to help me a little bit.
How, exactly, does one go about finding a very very part-time nanny? Like, less than ten hours a week? An hour or two a day, or maybe two five hour days or something like that. Where do I find someone like this? And how much will it cost? I'm hoping and praying that we can swing it, but at this point, I'll cheerfully sell off my worldly possessions on eBay, as long as I can get a fucking nap and go to Starbucks and clean my bathrooms and go get my hair cut AT A SALON.
Anyway, that's where I'm at. Don't worry that I'm going to go all Mary Alice or anything. You know me, Miss Suzy Fucking Sunshine, and by tomorrow, I'll be my old happy self again, I'm sure.