Think twice before parking next to a minivan!

I know moms in minivans get a bad rap, but please, please think twice before parking too close to a minivan. I know cars are larger and the parking spots are smaller, but please try to notice the space in between you and the next car.

As I tried the other day to get my twins into the minivan, the car next to me was so close that I couldn't even get the carseat through. I went to the other side of the car where there was a little more room. If I had a car without sliding doors, I definitely wouldn't have been able to crack the door open enough to get my babies in. As I tried to manipulate the carseat, with my one son in it, through the tiny space, I hit the car next to me. I cringed and felt really bad. There was no damage but there was no way I could get the boys in otherwise.

I looked around half hoping the owner would come, so I could apologize and maybe politely comment on staying in the lines. Yes, a little passive aggressive, I know! But no luck, no one else was around. It was just a very crowded parking lot. So again, please think twice before parking too close...

It was a good day:)

Every day is a good day, but today was exceptional. It restored my faith in people. For the past few weeks I have seen people not say thank you for a good deed, borrow things and not give them back or in general just be taken advantage of! I sometimes feel that I have become a source of great entertainment and amusement as people watch me struggle with my tandem stroller. I guess it may be funny for some to see me half stuck in a doorway as the door slams me in the ass!

But today, all the stars must have been aligned! It started out as I dropped my daughter off at school. The woman in the office kindly offered to watch the twins while I ran my daughter downstairs to her classroom. Then during a Target run, I noticed the woman in front of me at the register, buying a Leap Frog Reading Toy. I was thinking of buying it for a Christmas gift and once she noticed me peering at her item, she offered to run back to the toy department and get me one. It was on sale for $12.00 from $50! Another man offered to load my cart and then another person offered to help get the cart to my car. This was amazing, since I am so used to pulling the shopping cart behind me as I push the double stroller with one hand. Since the twins were born 5 months ago, not one person has ever offered to help while I've been out. So this truly caught me by surprise and I was so overwhelmed with the generosity of it all. As I rambled on to each person about how kind they were, they were amazed that I was amazed! It was a good day indeed.

My very own economic stimulus plan.

Since the twins have been born, it seems as if I can't stop spending. I would love to say that I am treating myself to mani/pedi's and new clothes or splurging on my daughter or the boys, but that is not where the money is going. It is unbelievable to me how many times I order diapers, formula and wipes. Every time I think I have enough, it turn out it's not. So diapers.com comes to the rescue. I love that website, because it's free shipping and no tax! Even though I am embarrassed that the driver is at my door once a week, it beats me having to lug all that stuff from the store. So I guess eventually I will be able to cut down on spending, but at this point at least I am doing my part to stimulate the economy!

Call me bitter?!?

Today was the first day of my husband's "vacation" from work. We decided not to go anywhere because the twins are just 8 weeks and it would be easiest to stay local. So I hired extra help to have some free time. The morning did not start off well. My husband took his car in to get fixed and the shop found a few unexpected things wrong with it. Not a good start. As we drove up to Legoland California with our 3 year old, I could see my husband start to relax. We arrived and everything was going well, nice weather, nice lunch, nice rides, but everything went south real fast, once my husband lost our daughter in a play area tunnel. Yes, not good, and I was not a happy wife. Fortunately, I found her in the midst of a ton of kids having a blast, fully unaware that I had half of the play area park attendants looking for her. So maybe I am bitter, but it's not why you may think. It's not because my husband lost our daughter, not because I am tired, or not because I have spit up constantly stuck on my right shoulder. I am believe it or not, all fine with that. But what I am not fine with, are the wise asses that call my husband and ask him if "he's ready to go back to work, yet?". So I have to wonder what type of "friends" would do that? Is it because they are SO miserable at their jobs that they wish they could take two weeks off? Or is it because they are miserable when they are home with their families and want everyone else to be just as pathetic? Now really, why would anyone ask that question? You know, they only want to hear the bad stuff, and they are not asking to lend support or empathize. They just want a good laugh. Well, knowing that we have 8 week old twins, a 3 year old toddler and no family in the area to help, all I have to stay is yes, things are stressful at times. Sometimes 3 kids cry simultaneously, laundry is piled up, but we are surviving and it's NOT as bad a people would like to hear. The twins are on a 3 hour feed schedule during the day and sleep 5-6hrs each night and my daughter is in bed no later then 8pm. So yes, things are on the upswing and we are getting out of the trenches. So a word to the wise DON'T call and ask if my husband is ready to go back to work, as if that is a place of sanctuary and we are the worst things to be around. If you do, be prepared for the Italian wrath of words. I will start calling you at work and ask if your day sucks, if business is bad and don't you wish you were home? And if you are home I will hunt you down there and annoy you. So really people, come on lets grow up because we've all been in the same boat...