When A Woman Tells You She Needs Chocolate...

if you value your children's lives- GIVE IT TO HER!

A little background, Jon and I have been trying to eat healthier for the last 8 days which means that I, Tonya Dodd, have had NO Coke or chocolate for 8 days. If you know me, you know this is not going to have a happy ending! That added to the new fun stage going on here in twin world. Good ole' 9 months=seperation anxiety. But, like everything else with twins, there's an added twist: speration anxiety=JEALOUSY! So, for the past weeek, not only do I have two babies screaming and crying every time I am out of their sight, but a happily playing baby will start crying when they see me holding their brother. Therefore, I am constantly holding one until I have to put them down and go running across the room to see what the other crying-whie-crawling baby has put in their mouth (the list of things they have eaten will be saved for another day as it is a lengthy post in itself). Plus the fact that they have started waking up again in the middle of the night. The doctor informed us that it is part of seperation anxiety. They wake up and remember that Mommy is somewhere and want to see me- at 4:00 in the morning. Isn't that sweet??!!!

Back to the story at hand. Not to brag, but I think I've done fairly well with a few meltdowns to be expected (by me, not the kids, or rather in addition to the kids). I have stuck to the diet with the one exception of a poptart Wednesday as I was trying to feed the babies, fight with Ashton about which pajamas to wear to pajama day, and assure Jackson's asking 5 times that I with 2 babies who should be napping in tow would be at his field day though we'd be late because I had to take Ashton to school at the same time.

Anyway, we went to have lunch with Jon yesterday (Subway again-so over it). While we were getting Ashton McDonald's I told Jon I really needed some chocolate. He frowned his-I'm-too-stubborn-to-cheat look which made me feel bad so I resisted. After 3 hours at home where I couldn't leave the living room because the babies had come-aparts, I told him he needed to go the grocery store and I HAD to have chocolate (which is really why I sent him to the store in the first place and not really for the kids need milk line that I told him!). Then he had the NERVE to come home saying we had M&M's so he didn't get any. After a big fight, I went upstairs to be in the dark for the safety of everyone, Mommy time-out.

In a few minutes I hear him yelling and come down to a smoke filled house. You see I got these super cute trays at Target. I LOVE,LOVE,LOVE them. It makes serving dinner fun trying to think of healthy things to put in all the compartments. After dinner Wednesday, I put Jackson and Ashton's in the oven hoping they'd eat more after our walk knowing I was going to forget they were there when I did it! So, last night I turned the oven on to preheat and went upstairs...

Before: After:

The worst part was the fumes. Jon said it wasn't healthy for us to be breathing it so we grabbed 3 naked kids, threw clothes on them and ran to the car. I had to go in for something only to realize that I had left the bathtub running! Not only did I almost burn the house down, but I almost flooded it too! Which brings us full circle to the moral of our story: if a stressed woman asks for chocolate- give it to her without judgement!

Though something conspired against it as there was a wreck in front of that we had to reroute for (we brought the bad luck with us I guess!), we all went to Sonic for dinner where, you'll all be happy to know I got a hot fudge sundae! Sadly, the fun didn't end there. As I was getting Wesley out of the car I felt my leg get wet. He peed all over me even though he had a diaper on. I climb in the tub with him. Ashton sees and jumps in where I find a tick on her. As Jon was drying Wesley off he poops all over his towel. Seconds after getting out of a bath to wash pee off me, I'm scrubbing poop out of a towel because my husband's poop in stuff theory is to throw it away we'll buy more but I'm too cheap! When all 4 kids are finally in bed, just as I am drifting off at midnight I hear Ashton crying and going downstairs. I turn the light on to see her standing on the stairs covered in blood. She had a really bad bloody nose which meant a lot of midnight clean up for me. Finally, about 1:00 a.m. the awful day ended. And now, you'll be glad to know, this bad-news-post is ending!

I'm going to watch Jon and Kate Plus Eight because it makes me feel better. Does anyone know where we can get a new oven? Seriously, I think we ruined it....

Go to http://daddydoddsdailydoses.blogspot.com/ for Jon's watered down because he was threatened by his grouchy wife version!