

"Sleep deprivation is a form of torture, and new parents who chronically lack sleep can become a little deranged."
I got that out of a parent's guide written by Dr. Christopher Green, aka my new hero. Cole had yet another rough night so here I am, probably looking like Amy Winehouse ( or a version of Amy Winehouse that eats hydrogenated fat on a regular basis), sinking yet another cup of tea. It is like a hurricane outside this morning, huge gusts of wind and rain are pelting the windows making me just want to dive under the duvet and sleep,sleep,sleep. However, the twins are in party-mode and I'm wondering if they had the same kind of night I did? If so, then why are they so happy?
They go to day-care today from 2-4pm and I'll "hit the gym", or probably sit in a gym and watch music videos while I slowly burn a whopping 142 calories over an hour by strolling around on a treadmill. There is usually nobody else in the gym so I have zero motivation to look like I'm doing something. However, once some of the 20-year-old future pilots of the Air Force/Navy arrive I suddenly kick it into 4th gear. This usually lasts for roughly 3 min before I'm gasping for air and have to get off the treadmill and go for a long drink of water, convincingly mopping my forehead as if I've been sprinting for 45 min or so. This has been going on for awhile now and it's probably time to end the charade and just go for a cup of coffee while the kids are at nursury as I'm sure I'm not fooling anyone!! There is also a sunbed but it's in between the locker rooms and the very thought that one of these guys might see me in an enormous towel on my way to the solarium is just too traumatic so I continue to maintain my vampire-like skin. Tim thinks I'm " pale and interesting", while I think I look like a celery with hair. Or on a really bad day, Chewbacca. Here is some footage of Indigo over Christmas standing and blowing bubbles, then falling, then standing again...

