Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Retail Therapy

I made a startling discovery tonight.

Did you know that the word "October" is actually an anagram for "Rec Boot"?!?! I know! I couldn't believe it myself. Who am I to argue with the universe telling me that October is the month of the recreational boot? Clearly, I need to go shoe shopping.

I'm thinking something faux suede-ish with a heel. Kinda like these...

Speaking of which, I like that dress too. Hmmmm....wait a minute... "October" could also be an anagram for "Cot Robe"!! Granted that dress isn't a robe, but it is 55% cotton. Close enough... I guess I gotta go dress shopping, too.

Ooh, I love fall clothes shopping. The colors, the textures...the self-rationalization that goes along with the purchase of each item ("I will totally wear that [insert impractical item of clothing here] all season long! I should buy it. I would be stupid not to buy it! Okay, I'm buying it.")

But the last few years I've gone clothes shopping, an interesting trend has emerged - I just end up buying stuff for the kids. But this time, I am not going to let that happen. Instead, I am going to splurge and buy some new threads for myself this weekend. Granted, the state of the economy will limit my splurging to the sale racks at Kohl's and Old Navy, but still...I am excited for some retail therapy.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Golf and Guilt

I was a solo parent this weekend. On Friday night, Scott headed off to a random destination in Missouri mid-way between our home and his little brother's home, where he and said little brother proceeded to play 90 freaking holes of golf for the duration of the weekend.

90 holes of golf! In 48 hours! That's plain nuts, people. But I guess when it's $29 for unlimited golf all day long, you take advantage of it. Or so I hear, because I am not a golfer.

The last time I played golf was the summer of 2001, when I was a summer associate at a well-known firm in the Show-Me State. It was one of the most dreadful experiences of my life.

There I was, this little 25 year old naive blondie, trying to act smart and what-not and convince these big scary attorneys that I was worthy of a job offer post-law-school-graduation. I was holding my own all summer - producing good work, not saying anything too dumb, showing up on time, etc. etc. All was good.

Until the mid-summer golf scramble with the litigation department.

Me: I don't know how to play golf. Do I have to go?

Jill, from the recruiting department: Well, if you don't go, it will look weird. And don't worry - it's a group scramble. It's totally not competitive!

And because I was a naive little 25 year old blondie, I believed Jill.

But Jill was wrong. Jill was very wrong. I got placed in a team of 3 extremely competitive litigation associates and partners. Who were all men. Who loved golf. Who had won the mid-summer litigation department golf scramble last year and were aching for the taste of sweet victory once again.

Now, because it was a scramble, I didn't actually bring our team score down. I just didn't help it in any way whatsoever. Which was fine. But oh, how humiliating it was. By the third hole, nobody even got out of the cart anymore when it was my turn. I wasn't sure what the point tee off 1, 2, to ladies tee...megan hops out...guys stay in cart...megan swings and misses...megan swings and misses again....megan says "okay, is that enough tries?" grunt and megan hops back in cart. And this went on for eighteen holes.

Did I mention that it was 102 degrees out that day? AND, I had to wear a shirt with a collar. Oh, misery!

I've never picked up a golf club again.

But I'm glad Scott loves golf, because he certainly deserved a weekend of fun and relaxation, considering all he does around here. And although I missed him terribly, I wasn't upset at all that I was here solo with 3 kids all weekend. 3 sick kids. Who decided to revert back to the newborn era and wake up every two hours during the night. I just wanted him to have fun. And I'm so glad that he did.

And that has nothing to do with the fact that my own girls' weekend is only a couple weeks away. I swear. Although I will say, a girls' weekend with guilt not included is absolutely priceless.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Save the Mojo

Work is killing my blogging mojo.

Oh, I have been busy this week. Way too busy for my liking. But that's the way it goes in the legal eat what you kill. Or more appropriately, you eat what you bill. Ha ha! Get it? You eat what you bill!! See what I did there? I switched the word bill for kill because lawyers bill their hours and...

Oh, sheesh. The mojo really is gone.

Hopefully I will get my groove back when I'm able to undock from my billing station and re-acquaint myself with my family this weekend. Friday evening cannot come soon enough.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

We Went to Pump...It Up!

My girlfriends and I have reproduced a lot of children. Not only that, but we tend to favor the same months for birthing such children. Thus, we have a ridiculous number of birthday parties to attend at certain times of the year, including August/September.

After a couple years of end-of-summer birthday party overload, we decided it was time to think big. So, we pooled our resources and decided to throw one big party for all the kids at the same time. That way, we were able to reserve some of our August/September weekends for non-birthday activities but still got to celebrate with each other.

This morning we headed out to our local Pump It Up for this summer's birthday party extravaganza. It was awesome until the car ride home, when out of the blue, Ashley let loose with a "yucky cough" (i.e., threw up everywhere). I turned to Scott and said:

Me: She has swine flu.

Scott: What?

Me: She has swine flu! She must have gotten it from preschool. Damn preschool!

Scott: Why do you think she has swine flue?

Me: Duh, because she just threw up!! What else could it be?

Scott: Hmmm, considering we just let her jump around on inflatables for two hours and then stuffed her full of sugar, I have no idea.

Me: Oh, well...yeah.

But before the regurgitation incident, we had a blast...

Aidan became a pro at the first 1/8th of the obstacle course.

Owen was super brave going down the monster slide all by himself. I was so proud. Sniff.

Ashley showed no sign of what was to come later. Although frankly, I didn't see much of her once we arrived. She zipped off to bounce with her buddies and I barely saw her after that, so maybe the warning signs were present and I just missed them.

I was a maniac and played capture the flag off the velcro thingies (I don't think that's the actual name, but whatever).

I did not do very well.

And, I skinned my elbow.

But man, we had fun, puke notwithstanding. So much fun, that it's making me wonder why the heck we decided to just have one birthday party this summer. Hmmmm, maybe we need to rethink this.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Another Reason to Love Having Twins

Another reason to love having twins???

They can push each other on the swings, while you drink your coffee. Pure bliss, I tell you. It's no wonder twins are so popular these days.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Deep Thoughts on I-29

Every now and then I have to trek down to Kansas City for the day due to various work-related matters. Because KC is quite a drive away, I have to leave the comfort of my bed at an ungodly hour in the morning in order to get there on time.

Unfortunately, I am not what you would call a "morning-person." Or a "person who is polite prior to 8:00 a.m." Instead, I am the person that you don't invite to Saturday morning breakfast because the last time you did I was kind of scary. At least that's what my college roommates used to tell me.

Point taken.

Nevertheless, I enjoy my early morning road trips due to the following:

(1) I always purchase an iced mocha from McDonald's to start my day the caffeinated way. Good lord, are those tasty or what??? I don't even care that they make my hands all shaky and give me a mini-headache, that's how good they are.

(2) There is a little radio station in tiny St. Joseph, MO that is jam-packed full of pop goodness. I swear it has the best playlist around. Yesterday it played Sober and Shimmer and Soul to Squeeze and I thought I was going to have laryngitis by the time the 45 minutes of clear reception had passed.

(3) I'm a sucker for a beautiful sunrise...why are they always so much better than sunsets?

It must be something about new possibilities, new beginnings...

Considering that I rarely get to see them, I'm always thrilled to catch a sunrise however unwillingly it might have come about. Don't get me wrong - I'm not about to start snapping pics of sunrises when I'm not driving down I-29. Which I guess is kind of obvious since this blog is called "twinsomnia" rather than "twinmornia" or the equivalent. Not that twinmornia makes any sense, but there I go getting sidetracked again.

But still, when I catch a sunrise I just know that it's going to be a good day. Either that or caffeine just makes me really optimistic.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Just Dance

The boys were napping, Ashley was coloring, and Scott was tailgating up and down our street watching football games in various neighbors' garages.

I settled in for a nice TiVo'd episode of Oprah.

Ten minutes later, I decided I want to move to Chicago. Seriously - how freaking fun must this have been?? Oh, what I wouldn't give for a good dance party right about now.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Table for Two

There we were, our little family of five, cruising along the aisles of Target when we spied it. A box depicting an item I've been coveting for awhile - a little table with chairs, perfect for coloring and snacks and other table-type activities practiced by the toddler set.

We already have a little table generously donated to us by my cousin, but it came sans chairs. And the only thing more difficult than finding a little table with chairs is finding little chairs without a table.

Are you still with me?

Anyways, so there we were in Target, when I noticed it out of the corner of my eye.

Me: Ooh, is that a little table with chairs?

Scott: How much is it?

Me: Dude, it's on clearance!

Scott: It's 40 bucks.

Me: For the table and chairs??!! That's it. In the cart.

Scott: But we already have a little table.

Me: But we don't have any chairs! There's no way we're ever going to find a table and little chairs for forty bucks ever again.

Only when we got home and Scott finished assembling the table did we notice in fine print on the box:


Oops. But our two tables look lovely together.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Preschool Time

Ashley starts preschool next week. Tonight was "information night," where we got to go see her classroom, meet her teacher, etc. etc. We were also supposed to drop off supplies and fill out forms and what not, but since Scott and I are unorganized we totally forgot about that part of it. Oh well, at least we remembered to bring Ashley.

When we got there, Ashley disappeared with Mrs. S and all of her little classmates into the "red room" to get acquainted. Scott and I stayed with all the parents for a lecture on drop-off times and pickups and snack calendars and peanut free zones and lots of other important preschool stuff. I tried to look extra-attentive since I had already slacked on the supply/form dealio, but then I got distracted by the suggested snack item list....mmmm, snacks. In my defense, I forgot to eat lunch today and you can't give a snack list to a hungry mama and expect her to read it later.

After the lecture portion of the evening, I tried to pry details out from Ashley as to what happened in the "red room", but she wouldn't spill. She just kept saying "I just don't want to tell you, Mommy." I thought to myself, "Okay, she just needs to process." So I told Ashley "It's okay, honey, you just tell me about it when you're ready."

"Okay, mommy, but I just don't want to tell you."

"Okay, honey, just let me know if you change your mind."

"Okay mommy, but I don't want to change my mind."

"Okay, no worries. You just need to process, right? I understand, baby...go ahead and process."

I waited 5 more minutes and then I couldn't take it anymore, so I bribed her with potato chips. Apparently, they colored and checked out the toys and Mrs. S read a story about a sad raccoon. Not a bad start to preschool, I'd say. Except for the sad raccoon, poor guy.

When we left, the preschool director said "Bye, Miss Curly-Haired Ashley!"

One day in and she's already got a nickname. She's totally going to rock preschool.