Thursday, March 13, 2014

My Coffee Loves To Laugh With Me

This week I put chocolate milk in my coffee. I'm such a rebel.

But the truth is: when you're getting up on your feet again after months of bed rest and twin birth recovery, it takes a little extra energy to get your days rolling the way they used to.

And yes, sometimes I fall asleep on the couch seconds after the kids are in bed when I'm still in the middle of a  conversation with my husband, and yes, sometimes I feel like a big ol' bucket of crazy (hormones are fun!), and yes, sometimes I read food blogs in the middle of the night when I'm nursing and that makes me incredibly hungry, but really…

Living room picnic with raisins for dessert.
I have no explanation for the faces on my children.
And it's really hard to get all four kids in one shot.

Sometimes it's just worth taking the time to laugh in between the bleach-scented mopping and the volcanic diapers and the perfect head-lock form my eldest son is now able to practice on innocent children at the playground.

Laughter, they say, is the best medicine. And I'm planning to use it as a weight loss pill to get back into my pre-pregnancy jeans. But laughter always comes with a side of chocolate milked coffee. Always.

Bruiser was admiring himself in the mirror
(he approved of what he saw)
while Bee experimented with crossing her eyes.

I'm working on another post with a little more meat to it, but it's taking time to work past the layers of dead brain cells currently taking up space in my head. But hang in there with me. I'm on my way back.

1 comment:

  1. Hey! Those kids are CUTE. Automatic blog win.