I’m on my 50th straight hour of solo twin duty and if it weren’t for the bag and a half of Halloween candy I’ve eaten I’d really have lost my shiz by now. I’m just 2 mini musketeers, 4 mini milky ways, and 7 mini snickers away from my pre-pregnancy weight, I can feel it! I am so going to yoga this Friday and not skipping it like I did last Friday….. and the Friday before that. Who am I kidding? I’ll totally skip it again.
I’ve been banking on the idea that there won’t be many trick-or-treaters in the jungle, and hitting the candy hard, dressed in my exhausted mother of twins costume. This is allegedly Jungledad’s last shift on the Volcano for 3 months. I sure hope so. The girls miss their Daddy like mad. The older they get, and they’re getting up there (8 and a half months!) the more they react to his absence. They love to hear his voice on the phone but of course its not the same. I think little Mumu actually tried to call her Daddy today, and it was so damn cute. She snatched the phone off the couch when I wasn’t looking and crawl-wiggled over to a corner, hid behind a basket of toys, and started dialing. Kind of. She managed to turn on the phone and dial 1. Not bad for 8.5monther.