narrated by: Emma
The twins turned one, and it had been the most difficult year of my life. I celebrated with Chris, the husband I hadn’t been intimate with more than a handful of times since the twins arrived, and spent evenings with even less. But then, I realized that the one year mark didn’t really change anything. Suddenly the twins were climbing out of beds, and I was waking up to find Evan sleeping on my bedroom floor.
And I snapped. My sister tried fixing me with a new hair style and talking me into some piercings I’ve always wanted. It was sweet of her to meet me at the salon late at night, especially with her long drive from Millwood.
I absolutely love my hair too, but it didn’t change anything. Evan was still going to climb out of bed, and Dax was still going to be grumping about everything under the sun, and neither were going to let me sleep a whole night long.
That saying about old habits dying hard seems to be true for me. I wound up at FMRock, and kissing the drummer between sets. It was absolutely stupid, and while I didn’t feel exactly guilty, I did feel that it was a waste of time.
I didn’t tell a single person about it, and when I drove back home I could see Chris walking down the stairs toward the kitchen. It was impossible to guess which twin was awake, but likely it was both of them. I felt strange looking in on him, knowing the kids were all upset, likely even Chaz had awoken from their cries, and that Chris was handling it without me.
Chris didn’t mention my disappearance when he woke up, just got to work on the bugs that seemed to have creeped in with the summer weather. Strangely, I felt disappointed like he didn’t care if I went around smooching other guys as long as I came home. I knew that wasn’t true, but his lack of communication over it really rattled my mood.
I’ve cut my hours a bit for summertime since Chaz is home from school too. It would just cost too much in childcare for me to hire a sitter. But it means that I barely get a second to myself, and I am not Mom material, let alone the type that stays home and sings nursery rhymes.
Evan is pure sweetness when she isn’t climbing everything in sight. I’d think by her sweet demeanor that she was actually my sister’s baby.
I can’t even keep the house clean, which I absolutely do not want to do, but feel obligated over. Evan follows me around, throwing tantrums because she wants even more attention. She loves to give kisses and hugs, and is really sweet. But toilets have to be cleaned before they stink up the hallway, and she doesn’t understand.
Insult to my injuries is that Chris is always wanting to get frisky. He’s humored by my extra weight from the twins that I haven’t lost, that I absolutely detest, and that I have zero time to work on.
He should catch on that pinching my fat butt does not turn me on, but he doesn’t, and then gets bent out of shape when I flip out on him. If he had an ounce of fat on him, I know he wouldn’t want me constantly pinching it, making sure he knew that I noticed it!
Colin has been coming by after the kids are in bed to play games. It’s like if Chris can’t pinch my fat, then he wants to behave like our early years. I do not want to go back to that, the constant gaming, fighting, and overall depressed beginnings.
I go to bed alone, and somewhere around one in the morning, the twins are awake. Evan soils herself, and hates the dirtiness of it. I suppose I’ll appreciate that once she’s toilet trained, but for now I just want to sleep.
Dax wakes up from Evan, and between the two of them, Chaz wakes up from the next room. He comes in whining about how tired he is, and I just want to snap at him to get in bed, or rant about how tired I am! But I don’t, because he’s always been such an easy kid for me, and it seems cruel that he’s losing sleep over the twins night time behavior.
By the time both twins are consoled and back to bed, Chaz is wide awake and starving. He’s not even a teenager yet and he’s constantly famished. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up with the grocery bill if his appetite continues to grow.
I usually make him some french toast sticks real quick on the stove, and eat some with him. Grace says I should stop feeding him in the middle of the night, but I enjoy the quiet time with him. I miss the kid, I’m constantly running from one toddler to the next that he’s often left abandoned to entertain himself.
I remember when my Mom kept having kids, and how put out I was over it. I don’t want Chaz to feel that towards me.
I barely fall asleep and it’s six am and the twins want breakfast. They are impatient, loud, and mini terrors in the morning. I start every day feeling like I have a hangover without the enjoyment of getting drunk.
Grace intervened, and insisted I leave the kids with Chris and come out for dinner. We ended up running into Erin at the diner, and invited her to join us.
Adam was our server though he insisted he’s actually the cook. He was hilarious, and totally had us all holding our stomachs from laughter.
It was nice to just get out of the house, and Erin is not super Mom like Grace, and was wonderful to empathize with. She gets it, maybe even more so because Colin is a total deadbeat Dad and she’s a single Mom.
Grace’s solution actually worked, I felt rejuvenated going back home to the twins, and even didn’t regret throwing the twins a “Sort-A-Birthday Party” with some of my relatives. Grandma and Grandpa came and brought the twins some toys to play with.
Grandma even played with Mavis who she has no relation with. My grandparents are that awesome.
It was a full house just inviting Grace with her family and Luca with his, that we decided to blacklist everyone else. I’m sure my parents will find out and be totally wounded over it, but that is life. Plus there is not enough room for anymore people.
The nursery was full of babies and diaper changes too. I don’t know how Luca lucked out to have such an easy toddler, it doesn’t seem fair sometimes that their entire life is like a freaking storybook.
As good as Chaz is, he’s still no angel. Him and his cousin Isla are two buds that are constantly getting into mischief. I hate to leave them without supervision but during a party, I didn’t have any choice. It’s not usually too bad for now, just some pranks or clogged toilets.
I hope that my Evan takes after Tillie who is also very gentle-natured. Though Evan could probably beat up Tillie without even trying. She constantly tumbles around, jabbing eyes and kneeing Chris’ male parts. Maybe she’ll grow up to be a tomboy that saves frogs from jerks, I could be proud of that.
After the party, everything went back to the same old routine, but my attitude felt better. I’m not dreading that summer just started. I’m no saint when it comes to patience, but I feel better equipped to handle the grabby hands and neediness of the twins, for at least a little bit longer.
And Chris did step up to help out even more. It’s been a hard struggle with his business opening in the past two years, it still requires attention much like a baby, and he’s drawn thin with work. He needs to hire a better assistant than Colin, who is not reliable in the least, but he refuses to ditch his buddy. It’s not in the budget to hire a third employee ether, so Chris is stuck picking up Colin’s slack.
I have little time for sentiment when it comes to Colin, but I am glad that Grace has always been patient with me in regards to co-owning Salon Sister’s with her, because in reality I wasn’t very reliable at the start. She stuck it out with me though and it’s worked out nicely to work with my best friend and sister. Perhaps Colin will get his crap together but I am not known for being an optimist.
Notes: Emma was a bit of a mess at the beginning of the play session, then she came back around and seemed fine. She had the want to go on a date with Tim Grimsley and Brooklyn Lange’s Dad… why was she hankering after some upper 40 year olds is beyond me! She is not romance ether, just always behaved as if she were.
Chris is a good Dad, but he’s just a bit of a mess. He was cooking rotten food, and serving it to Chaz. They didn’t get sick oddly enough, but it’s like really Chris?! You didn’t notice the fumes! I think that would drive Emma batty. Colin kept coming over when he should have been work (during his scheduled work hours!) and he stayed until 2 in the morning playing video games. He’s kind of a nuisance to Chris and his twin Luca. I can always count on him showing up without invite. The business kept not making money without Chris going in too, so it’s like Colin really sucks at his job.
When Grace picked up Evan, Isla freaked out! I don’t recall kids being jealous of this type of thing in the Sims?!? It’s totally true in real life.
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