Two days ago... I took the boys to the grocery store and a local shop to pick up a few goods. And lets just say... by the end of it... I may have cussed once. I may have started to sweat heavily. My eye might have even twitched.
TWIN TWO-YEAR-OLD BOYS don't make a quick pit-stop into the store an easy breezy thing to do. In the check-out isle, the lady behind me looked at me quite smirkish and said, "glad it's you and not me". An experience like that one reminds me of this:
( holding a bottle with my chin for one and spoon-feeding the other... at the same time)
But... I'm glad it's me.