Tuesday

Our son (not pictured to the right) screamed the first few days of daycare and our mellow daughter doesn't seemed thrilled but - hey- she will go along with it (which is another source of guilt for me, but that's another story). Now, 2 weeks later they are both out of daycare for a few days because they are sick. 104 degree sick. The pediatrician doesn't seem to think its a big deal when we called today with his fever hitting 104 and hands and feet blue. Uh really?

3-4 hours a day isn't enough to spend time with your children. Two hours in the morning and if I am lucky one-two hours at night before they melt down and sleep around 7:30ish pm. yikes, yuck, and yick. I've chatted with women in the office about working out of home. The general response was: You will never feel completely guilt free. You will usually feel conflicted. Lovely.

The work day seems looooong, and I want to spring them from the holding pen around 2pm. It's hard. I want to be one of those chicks that were dying to rejoin the rat race. Must work on that career obsession feeling.

If things go as swimmingly at M's place of employment as it did over the summer- the babies might be sprung from daycare permanently. We agree that raising twins and both of us working out of the house sucks. We keep saying we will figure it out and make a plan. I guess time will tell. I think this rat will continue scurrying in the morning late for work again.