"Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I always think that the chances of finding out what really is going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say hang the sense of it and just keep yourself occupied." -Douglas Adams

Pretty pretty sparkly new blog that I’m completely (unintentionally) ignoring…

How’s things?

It’s going.

I’m still digging out from the mess from last week (catching up on school, catching up on business orders, catching up on life) but I’m almost out of the hole. Just in time for another avalanche of weird shit to fall on me. (I’m such a Pollyanna.)

I’m sleeping more at least. 11pm to 6:30am, 7.5 hours, woohoo!

I’d just like to ask the universe to somehow prevent morning exchanges like this one:

Twin 1, screaming: You saw my foot, why did you step on it? *dramatic crying*
Twin 2, completely nonchalant, brushing her hair: I went to get my shoes and didn’t see your foot.
Me: *wtf*
Twin 1, muttering: ….
Me: What’s going on?
Twin 1 (here’s where I made the mistake), now realizing she has an audience, turns on the tears and screams: She stepped on my foot! *wailing and gnashing of teeth*
Me: Oy… (to the other twin, still brushing her hair) Did you step on her foot?
Twin 2: I… I… *cries uncontrollably*
Me: *wtf* Why are you crying? You were the one who stepped on her, not the other way around.
Twin 2, her wails matching her sister’s: You are yelling at me and… *sobs*
Me: *wtf* Please go to school now.
Twins 1 & 2: *whining and crying as they walk out the door*

I’m done. Send in the stunt double.

3 Responses to “Living life in a roundabout”

  1. Does this qualify as talking to yourself? (and answering back)?

    Love, Dad

    Dad

  2. Maybe they will have mercy upon you and be angelic children for your birthday? maybe?

    Heather

  3. Happy Birthday!!

    Love, Dad

    Dad