The month has flown by. My babies will be eight months in a matter of days. The 6-8 month period is chock-o-block full of learning new skills and becoming complete little individuals. It's been amazing and there's a part of me that feels almost bad for all my friends who had singletons b/c I couldn't image having only one to love. Plus they play with each other, which frees me up a ton.
They crawl towards one another, smiling, several times a day. And randomly something will set one of them off laughing and then the other will join in. And sometimes when one of them bonks their head it makes the other one laugh so there are no tears. It's amazing.
But the craziness is about to hit. August is the gear up month. Septembe is launch time. I love my job. I love what I do. I love what Randy does, but the timing of pulling it all off is insane. This is the fourth night in a row Randy hasn't been home for bedtime b/c of job obligations.
We do a lot of single parenting. It's crazy. It does mean I have a lot of alone time with the girls, but it's sometimes to the point when we are both together, taking care of the girls, we stop, look at one another, and laugh, because it's so nice to have both of us there.
September is full...Sunday and Wednesday we're both busy until 9 or 10 p.m. Monday nights Randy is busy. Thursday nights I'm busy. Fridays will mostly likely be spent at football games. Which leaves Tuesday and Saturday. But often we both have youth events or Badger football games on Saturdays, which leaves us Tuesdays to spend time together. I both love and loathe taht particular aspect of our jobs. In order for us to minister to our parishes we have to be available when they are - after hours. Its worth it, make no mistake, but it will be refreshing when we're no longer in ministry.
For now, we'll survive and thrive. The babies are wonderful. I'm wonderful. Randy's wonderful. Life is wonderful.
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