When the babies were little tiny tots I would get stopped constantly with questions. Are they twins? Yes. Are they both boys? No, one is in blue, the other is in PINK. Are they identical? No, one is a BOY and one is a GIRL, they have different parts. Are they real? By far my favorite question, and if I wouldn’t have been so stunned at the question my reply would have been much, much different. And of course the comments - hands being full, two times the trouble, etc. By far the best one yet was yesterday while shopping a man told me I took the lazy way out. Sorry, but only a man could have come up with that one!

Lazy way my ass! Being pregnant and big as a house with over 10 pounds of baby plus all the other gunk was not lazy. Carrying this around was not lazy for sure!

I’m sure having Gestational Diabetes, High Blood Pressure, and Bed Rest was not lazy (you would think bed rest would have been lazy fun, but trust me, it is not). In fact, I’m quite certain feeding, burping, bathing, changing, diapering, and all of the other torturous stuff for two newborns was not lazy. Chasing two toddlers around and trying to keep them both happy is really not lazy. Call me crazy, but I feel anything but lazy. Overworked? Yes. Tired? Yes. Busy? Yes. Overwhelmed? Sometimes. Lazy? Nope. No lazy here.