Just a quick post, because I need to go to sleep. Thank goodness Sarah (the night nanny we got after Olga left to go on vacation) is here tonight. I’d forgotten to tell George that she was coming tonight, so when I mentioned it a few minutes before he arrived, he was so excited that we’d get to sleeeep. And then I had to say “April Fool’s!” He was not amused. At least it wasn’t really an April Fool’s joke. That would have been downright cruel.
Had a pretty low-key weekend. Went to a friend’s birthday party on Friday night (the boys came too) and then for most of the weekend we just cleaned. In preparation for the housecleaner that’s coming tomorrow afternoon. You know how that goes. I’m so excited about the cleaner – she’s a gift from some very dear friends who are paying for her to work her magic. Yay!
Lots of people think we should be famous or something for having identical triplets. I guess because I know so many other triplet moms with identicals (like these ladies, fr’instance) that it just doesn’t seem THAT unique. And kind of unfair if I get free diapers and they (or every other mom of triplets) don’t. I mean, what in the world did I do to deserve free stuff? I didn’t go through the heartache and pain that many moms of triplets have to go through, when their kids come from fertility treatments. I think sometimes I feel some kind of guilt for this. Having it come so easily to us. Talk about unfair. I could go on and on, but I won’t, because it can be a sensitive subject (duh) and if I do, I’d probably end up sticking my foot in my mouth at some point. But you get the idea.
So if we don’t get splashed all over the national news and if we don’t get years of free diapers, it’s okay. We already won the lottery. I mean, look:
(Is Miles giving Oliver a wet willie? Kinda looks like it.)