Meanderings...if that's really a word

So, I'm having a lot of broken, funny thoughts. I immediately figured I'd better blog them. So you can laugh and I can laugh too. One day. One day I'll laugh about my broken thoughts. First of all, I think I will be changing the name of this blog to livingoncoffeeandlove.blogspot.com because well, after the twins get here that's just gonna be how it is. I try to picture what it will be like. What I will be like. One word comes to mind. Frantic. Okay, two words. Sleepy. I just cannot, CANNOT imagine what's coming. Oh sure, I think I can imagine the love. I know the love I'll have for those two schnuckums. But, the insanity to follow. Whew-wee. God bless. We will be accepting help from anyone and everyone. :) Second of all..is that second of all or third of all? Blah. The blog title now is The Life and Times of 4 Lewises. That's pretty interesting because it was Me, Jay, Parker, and Seth = 4. Now, the 4 Lewises are Parker, Seth, Baby A, Baby B. I find that so very interesting. Possibly because it's 1:03am. But, nevertheless, interesting.
On the job front, I did happen to get the job at the Long Term Care Facility, aka the Old Folks' Home. I'm pumped. Oh man I'm hoping that it's easier. And, I hope that the patients are sweet and love me. I will bake cookies and all kinds of fun things. Well, you know in my SPARE time caring for 4 kids and my loving hubs.
Lastly, I just wanted you to know that the entire "go to bed by 10pm" thing...well, I failed miserably at it. It's like after the kids go to bed, I feel like I can actually do things uninterrupted. I guess I just have to decide if it's sleep I want or TV/time to do what I want. Right now, I'm saying SLEEP SLEEP!!
We'll see.
Thanks for tuning in. Until next time...take it easy!

Love and twin hugs,
Kim

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