snapshot of the long weekend

• number of mornings I slept in while SP took the boys to another room : 1
• number of Christmas trees we got rid of after finally exchanging gifts and enjoying the tree: 1
• number of homemade pizzas we made and ate: 2
• number of breadmakers retrieved and dusted off in order to make pizza dough: 1
• number of games of Yahtzee we played: 1
• number of times I suddenly felt depressed: several
• number of times we went to bed exhausted: 3
• number of screaming babies we carried around one night because my breastmilk was causing them problems (too much Indian food): 2
• number of times I felt disoriented and sad because SP and I can't do so many things we used to: many
• number of times SP washed dishes and straightened up while I relaxed: many
  
• number of DVDs we watched: 3
• number of times I laughed at SP's hilarious dancing in the kitchen: many many
• number of pages I read in the book SP got me from the library: 10
• number of times we took J to the hospital for a blood test only to find the lab was closed: 1 - grrrrrr!
• number of pre-pregnancy jeans I can now wear: 2 (nevermind the gut hanging over them - it still counts!!!)
• number of months it's been since I've had a haircut: 12?
• number of times this weekend I thought I should really go get a haircut but then decided it sounded too boring: 12?
• number of appointments I tried to make for J: 3
• number of appointments I cancelled for myself: 1
• number of times SP and I did something that a lady shouldn't speak of: a lady never tells (but it was more than twice!)
• number of times I forgot to take my new birth control pills: 1
• number of pregnancies we hope will not result from my negligence: 1
• number of times I thought how great it is to have twins: several
• number of times I thought how very difficult it is to have twins: several
• number of times I've had to let one of the babies cry because I don't have enough hands: countless
• number of times I felt guilty about letting one of the babies cry: many, but not all
• number of times I wished I only had one baby: none
• number of times I fell in love looking into my babies' eyes once again: many
• number of times I came to a breaking point with their crying in tandem: 2
• number of days we felt desperately cooped up because of the weather: 2
• number of walks we took on the day that it was finally nice out: 1

And at the end of the walk, we stopped by a pub that's 2 blocks from our house to see if we dared to have lunch there, babies in tow. It was, as we'd hoped, empty, I guess because of MLK day. So SP ducked inside and asked if they would be able to accommodate a twin stroller, and the waitress, who has two boys 11 mo. apart, was all for it. She made room and gave us a back table. We were literally the only ones eating there (there were a couple people up at the bar), so we didn't have to worry about germs. We sat there and each had a pint and a burger. It was really nice. We had some pumped milk along, so the babies had lunch too. I held a fussy little M on my lap while eating, and it worked. So maybe, just maybe, we won't spend the rest of our lives in our apartment afterall.