I'm tired. The twins are on their two am feeding and this is day four with no sleep. I've become delirious and I'm seriously considering setting up a saw horse with bottles to feed these two so I can sleep. Not to mention on my nine millionth infomercial and so far I think I need to order everything.
Kellen's burp tells me he's done so I put him in his carrier, tap my foot to rock him and begin feeding Colton. I change the station and put on SpongeBob. I'm laughing hysterically, enjoying my show when I hear my neighbor working on his bike or truck or whatever. Bet he's not wearing a shirt. I think he knows I'm desperate and tired so he keeps doing it. Why can't he wear a tank top or shirt?!
Colton's ready to be burped and I notice Kellen is asleep.
I put Colton in his carrier and begin rocking him. Twenty minutes later he's asleep. I take Kellen first and then Colton. Stumbling back to my sofa bed I trip and plop down face first in the pillow. Did I mention I'm tired.