Nonnie can't get here soon enough

I have waited to post about this because I wasn't sure of the details, but now it's official! Sandy, my mother-in-law, is moving down to Florida and is going to be living with us for at least the next couple months. She's been wanting to move for a while but the details just didn't fall into place. Then a few weeks ago my brother and sister-in-law sold their house, are buying Sandy's, and they all close on the 31st of October. Whew! Sandy still didn't have a job, so we just told her that instead of renting in Asheville she should just move on down and job hunt while she's here.

Now I know what many of you are thinking..."Buffy, are you nuts? You ASKED your mother-in-law to move in with you?". Answer: ABSOLUTELY! Aside from the fact that I love her and we get along really well, I have had a few days in the past week where I thought that if I didn't get help...and quick...I was going to lose it and go nutso on my kids. Not that I am counting on abusing Sandy when she gets here by leaving her with the twins while I go to the store or leaving one twin here while I take the other to an appointment, or asking her to keep an eye out while I jump in the shower. Well, actually, that's exactly how I plan to abuse her. And I think she's up for it. I don't need a lot, but I do need some help! I thought I was through the roughest part with the twins and I do think that's true, but it's still really tough sometimes.

For example, yesterday Tori cried LITERALLY nonstop. I am only being slightly dramatic. She stopped crying for a while when we were in the car and she didn't cry through her nap, but all the other moments of her day yesterday were filled with screaming and tears. She is getting a mammoth tooth and that kid is a total bear when she cuts teeth. She actually screamed all night long one time and there was nothing we could do about it. So, needless to say, I was seriously losing it yesterday. I'm talking pulling at my hair, crying, cursing under my breath and out loud kind of losing it. It was bad. It was ugly. I'm not proud of the way I felt, but we made it through the day and nobody got hurt.

The one funny part, though, is what happened when I gave the twins their bath. Every time they hear the bath water they head for the bathroom and Zoe just repeats "baf, baf, baf". Then she walks over to the tub and leans over to try to splash the water. Yesterday I turned on the water and was holding my screaming Tori while trying to drop saline drops in her nose. Zoe was doing her thing, saying "baf" and leaning over the tub. I heard a thump and looked over just in time to see Zoe diving into the tub head first with all her clothes on. Then she just looked at me and smiled, sat there soaking wet and started to play. I took a couple pics to show you. Just too cute. What was not cute, however, was when I took her clothes off and went to remove her diaper only to find a majorly stinky, saggy and messy blowout waiting for me. Really? Really?

I would like to take this opportunity to thank my sweet friend Beth for sensing my pain and taking the twins to walk around the church while our older girls were in choir. And also shout outs to my neighborhood buddy Marty who asked Maggie to come play with her girls after school yesterday. They made apple pie which I devoured once the kids were in the bed! Well, not the whole pie, but a pretty healthy slice!

Sadly, I've gotta stop writing now because Tori is screaming again. Something must have woken her up from her nap and she's just in there crying. Calgon!