I've had a BIG TIME "I miss Holly" week. I think I may be having a little postpartum depression... none of the "I want to kill my babies" kind, just the "I hate my life and don't want it anymore" kind. The twins are actually getting harder rather than easier. I guess if I had been logical, I would have realized that would happen. They both demand so much more attention now, and I have a hard time appeasing both. UGH. I hear it gets better by the time they are 4. LOL I need a nanny.
Brett just finished Dad's deck last night, so I should have him home again for a while. It's amazing how much he helps, what a great guy (even when I think he's being a big fat grumpy jerk.)
So, I had an emotional meltdown on Friday. I'm not going to stress you out with the details, but suffice it to say it was a long horrible day.
Something good did come out of it though. I was able to sit down with Dad and be STRAIGHT UP honest with him about some feelings I had been having, and that made me feel better. As a result of said meltdown, Brett and I are selling the house, and Brett is going to get a new job.
We went to The Mayan yesterday to celebrate Grandma Miller's birthday (today July 3) and when they started playing the dramatic music that indicates the divers are about to go, I about lost it. I was getting all teary-eyed and emotional. It was SO dumb. But, it made me think of Holly, because she gets emotional over dumb stuff too!
