Now she's done it...

I should have known Friday was heading in the wrong direction... left work early to put the toddler beds together. This cute little pink lady loves to climb out and entertain her brother in the morning.  So to avoid injury, we were making the switch.  When I went to put them together, they ordered the wrong damn rails.  Despite my ordering from the furniture manager, despite describing in detail that we do not have the fancy cribs that turn into full size beds, despite all that effort, they ordered the wrong effing rails.  And of course I did not know this until after I attempted to be townhouse aware, and toss the boxes on garbage day.  Luckily, the manager admitted it was her error. Two sets of rails have been located and are being Fed Ex'd today.

That still does not explain this lovely pink lady.  M. decided to fight with the twisty slide on Friday.  She lost.  But really it was a weird freakish acident, and she was actually fine for a good half hour after, playing and running around the playground.  But then she tried to climb and started to cry. She doesn't cry. I mean she does, but only for a tantrum. This was not a tantrum. She doesn't cry when she falls, when she gets hurt. She just gets up and goes on as if nothing happened. Her brother, he cries. If it was him, I would have told him to grow a pair.  But it wasn't B. It was M. who was crying.  And pointing to her little wrist.  As the doctor said, when she landed, she "squished" her bone, and resulted in a torus fracture. Not fractured in the normal sense, but squished. Of course, there could also be a hairline fracture...not sure until more xrays.  The original diagnosis calls for a splint for one week...not sure about the latter. I guess we will find out on Wednesday when we see the "orthopedic tramautology" doctor. 

Not that the splint has slowed her down or even fazed her.  The next morning, she still climbed right out of the crib to entertain her brother. And she is still climbing everything and running around!  And she did not really cry once we got to the ER.  Such a trooper...

Things that infuriate me...

Many times recently, I have gone to post, but just not had the energy to sit down and write.  Shit, right now, I am at work and ready to fall flat on my face from exhaustion (thanks to a cranky 20 month old at 2am who decided to scream for 45 minutes...awesome.  Thank God he is cute or I would kill him).  So many random things are going on...

There was the fight that A. and I had, when one night he skipped on dinner he wanted, then didn't come home because he went to "stop in and say hi" to people...4 hours later, he got home. Pissed!  Then 2 nights later, he goes to play poker...my one request being please get home at a decent time,we have a lot to do the next day.  He got home at 5am.  Pissed!

Fast forward, he has been working for about a month now.  Must be feeling pretty darn good about himself, because now he wants to buy a new car this weekend.  I got him off a Suburban or Escalade...seeing as we don't have an extra $60k that I know about.  I have voiced my displeasure and desire not to proceed...but knowing him the way he is, I know he will go forward anyway...so at least I ahve him looking at cheaper SUV's...and when he does buy one, I believe I will win that battle.  But seriously, Pissed!

So tonight, A. has class.  I think next week are his last two classes.  He is hoping to get an A without taking the final.  I just can't wait for the class to be over because I can use a break from the terrific twin duo.  Yesterday was a big day...they both figured out how to get out of their cribs.  A. went in to get them dressed yesterday morning, and M. greeted him at the door.  Big sheepish grin on her face.  Then B. swung his leg over the rail, and slid down to join her.  WHAT?!  Good thing we bought those toddler rail conversion kits a few weeks ago.  So I have my weekend project cut out for me. 

Never a dull moment...gosh I need a nap.  Really tempted to hit the KFC drive thru tonight, feed the kids a Kid Cuisine, and throw in the towel!  I am pooped.

Damn fertiles...

So I am lucky to have my "twin"kies...I know that, and I thank the Lord every day that he brought them to me, that we were able to overcome infertility.  And yes, it does make the sting of another pregnant person become less. 

That being said, those damn fertiles, able to just decide, "Hey let's have another baby," and then BAM! They are pregnant.  And it's all just a happy joke.  I am happy for them, I genuinely am, but I can't lie. It still stings a bit...I mean, I had the Mirena put in to make sure nothing accidentally happens, but seriously, we had unprotected sex about a billion times over the 10+ years we were together before the babies...and not one single positive pee stick.  Chances of it happening once the Mirena is removed are slim. And I don't even know if I want more kids.  I am pretty sure, I never want to go through all the reproductive nightmares again. No more shots, hormones, etc.  Which of course means that we pretty much are done having kids.

I have my babies, yet I am still totally jealous of the fertiles and their ability to procreate and just reproduce so carefree.  To just say, I want a baby and there it is.  It just not fair to the rest of the worlfd, trying so hard to have bebies, and nothing.  Or having to go through so much to get them.  Whereas with others, it is as simple as making supper int he kitchen.  I don't get it.