Imagine two sets of twins + 1 and it's already 6pm. No naps just snacks. Little by little boxes are being unpacked but just when you think you made a dent, turn around and the toddler tornado blew through.
Waiting on the moving truck for the next load. It's a ten minute break... Silence... Not for long crying bust out in one room. "She hit me, I have to pee, he isn't my friend anymore." Cry cry cry scream scream scream. Oh wait... We need to make room for the bedroom furniture. Ok here we jump up start moving stuff around again. Running running running. STOP RUNNING IN THE HOUSE!! Lol it never stops. Oh crap the twins locked themselves in the bedroom. Who has the key?
It's that time for me to head home. Cook dinner, give baby girl a bath, take a shower and get ready for mommy time.
Once upon a time, revenge then red widow. Is it 8pm yet?
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