Since Saturday morning, I have had 2 small children attached to my body as if we were in an extreme symbiotic relationship of the parasitic variety, me being the cling-ee, and them being the cling-ers.

If they were not in direct physical contact with me, they were screaming my name.

These are the times that test our parental souls, I tell you. If these 2 mammals had not been grown in my uterus, I would most likely be institutionalized at this very moment.

The weekend started off great, super! actually, with a couple of friends from work coming over and chilling til the wee hours. Saturday morning, the chirrens started with the octupus behavior, mild at first, then growing stronger. We went to get their pics taken late Sat. afternoon, and by that time I could tell something was not right with Hannah. In the middle of the night she woke up with a high fever and I had to put her in my bed. Of course Lily didn't feel well either in the a.m. and we had stayed home from church.

If you haven't been around sick toddlers, this may sound so bad, but when it's just them and you and every time you to try to make a move they are literally under you or screaming to be picked up, it gets a liiiiiiiiiiiitttle old. Plus being sick makes them whiny and every time one touches the other they scream and tattle. I couldn't even use the computer for 5 minutes without them pulling on me.

This morning on the way to work I felt guilty because I felt so FREE! FREE! FREE! and there were NO CHILDREN screaming MAMAMAMMAMA mommy mommy mommy Mom mom mom mom mom ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma.

Okay I have to go call and check on them and talk to them now.


Do I need therapy?