I would love some cheese

with my w(h)ine... Well, as you all know, I'd pretty much never turn down cheese. Though I certainly have cut back on my frommage intake since starting weight watchers. But as to the whining, I've been a little woe is me lately. Things are just stacking up, and I'm overwhelmed.

Today the boys are 20 months old. Wow, I had no idea what twin toddlers would be like. The first 6 months were hard, then they got on a schedule, slept more, held their own bottles, things weren't easy, but most of the time, it was fun. Now, it's hard again... they are into EVERYTHING. They throw tantrums, they throw their food, they scream in a pitch that makes me want to throw something. I know this too will pass. And I am enjoying the fun parts - the ever growing vocabulary, the excitement of discovery. Plus, the fun parts that are unique to twins, how well they play together, help each other 'discover', giggle at each other, sometimes hold hands in the car and dance to the radio. so cute... BUT, sometimes, the struggles outweigh the 'awww's'

I think I'm less upbeat about it because of a lack of sleep, due to our latest struggle, the transition from cribs to toddler beds. One might think, well that's my own fault, why take them out of their cribs? Well, because last week while playing in their room, Noah managed to climb IN to his crib, and so I had to assume that climbing IN would be closely followed by climbing OUT - and so thanks to Craigslist - we now have 2 toddler beds.

The first night went wonderful. They were thrilled with their new beds, and we kept them up a little late, and they were definitely sleepy going in. They went down quietly, and though they woke up in opposite beds, they slept till about 6:30 the next morning. That was the end of ease... Naptime used to be my sanity time. When I could eat, shower, email and just generally decompress. Now I spend it getting up every 5 minutes to put them back in bed. Just now, as I was writing this, I was giving them some time to play and tucker out... I went in to find them both on top of the diaper table - they used their giant stuffed Shrek as a ladder. Nevermind that they refuse to be still on this very same table when it's diaper changing time.

Bedtime has gone well every night, mostly because they are exhausted from barely taking a nap, but they wake up at 5... and getting up that early on top not getting my decompression time... I'm going a little batty. And the boys are suffering too, I definitely am not the patient Mommy I usually strive to be. UGH!

So that's my whine. Hopefully, after a week or so, we will have mostly completed the transition, and I will be back to mostly enjoying instead of almost enjoying motherhood.