This morning, the twins lay in their beds and cried for 18 minutes (I timed it). At first they moaned and carried on, then they shouted down a detailed list of everything that was wrong with me and specifically how I've failed them. Why did this happen? I had said "Good morning".
When they finally calmed down but were still in their beds, I called Dan at work to tell him how wonderfully my day was going. For a laugh (and to prove to Dan that they've lost their minds), I shouted up "I love you" and they went off again. It's too bad that they have such a rotten mother!
It took me 2.5 seconds to get Sarah's snowsuit on this morning. It took me 40 MINUTES to get the twins in their snowsuits. I should win a medal for endurance!