Today my facebook status said "Moms of multiples, how did you get through the terrible two's without picking up a drinking habbit". Earlier today my mindset was "it's strange to love someone so much that you don't particularly like".

...I think I need some wine.

My pastor said that all human beings are created in sin. He even went so far as to say that the beautiful, healthy, happy, perfect children that are sent home to be raised by us super-mom's are sinful. ...shocked, we all sat questioning the sanity of our religious leader. He then reminded us to ask the parent of a two year old.

Interestingly enough, as I write this, my two year old just dumped an entire game and it's eight gazillion small pieces on the floor, said "tada" and walked away. Note to self: you are not only a mother, teacher, cook, referee, housekeeper, super-woman, but also a vacuum. (too bad I'm not as scary as *that* vacuum, huh?)

Backing up, thinking of our day (yes, just today) I put each child into time out (for fighting with one another) at least seven times (each). I faught (fought?) for two hours to get one down for a 45minute nap (got to love developmental therapy times!), and was welcomed into a front room full of styrofoam after taking a five minute "got to find my sanity" bathroom break.

Another day of toddler life.

I almost forgot to mention the boys newest trick! How dare I?!

We have introduced the concept (I laugh as I say concept) of "the open cup" (hearing the echo's, cup cup cup cup?). What I expected to be the next milestone of growing up, sanity, learning, eh, whatever... has become the newest tool of torture (or would that be toy of torture?). As a housewife I would say I swept and mopped our floors about, oh, once a month. I've learned that as a mom of toddlers I have to sweep two or three times a day and mop at least once every other day (well, I should. That, however, doesn't actually happen).

The open cup (cup cup cup cup) has increased my housecleaning chores by leaps and bounds (chime in with childhood "YAY's" right now). Seriously?! I think I'm going to take stock in McDonald's and work with the straw, lid combo. Who thinks these things up?! Open cups for two year olds. Whoever that is, I'm bringing my destructor children to their house to destroy their floors. Though, I'd bet they would be smart enough to convince their two year olds to drink water, too, huh?

...yes, propel is the best I can do on the water scale. I'm a schmuck. I know.

So, as I set this entry to a close... picture me, bent over, mopping the floors, sweeping the "where'd-you-get-styrofoam" styrofoam, and enjoying my everlasting supply of invisible bon-bon's.. because that's simply the life of a mom of two in the terrible two's.

Which sippy cup did I hide that wine in again? (kidding, kidding).