By nature, I'm a pretty anxious person. I can keep this in check on most days, but when things aren't going according to plan, I lose it. Friday was one of those days.
So perhaps it was my high level of anxiety, and perhaps it was the wine, but I became a little unhinged. Spilling my guts. Losing my cool. Sweating.
It's a good thing that these girls have known me forever and won't judge me for becoming a raving lunatic once in a while. They constantly reassure me that I'm a mother of young twins, for Pete's Sake, and I'm allowed to have days like that. Thank goodness for old friends. You're the best, A and S.
Now off to tend to whichever baby is babbling through the monitor. He/she wasn't supposed to wake up for another half-hour! This is NOT part of my plan today!