Brian e-mailed the Dilbert comic-of-the-day to me yesterday and I could relate all too well:
(I can also totally relate to that lady's hairstyle, which looks suspiciously like the poop emoji on the iPhone.)
Fighting porcupines in a salt mine = possibly a more relaxing activity than wrangling the twins on some evenings. Especially evenings after which neither of them have napped well at daycare. (On a semi-related note, we were informed at pick-up yesterday that Clara was having a "fussy" day and at one point took off her boot and started beating her classmate with it. I have no words.)
But, you see, being at work is also its own kind of crazy, so each provides relief from the other. And this afternoon/evening, I actually get a break from both because of my company's Christmas party and one of Brian's company's Christmas events! I'm excited for a night out on the town but (lame mom confession) also a little sad that I don't get to put the twins to bed.
I bought a new dress, painted my nails and toes, and if my friend/co-worker, Heather, gets her way, I might even trade my chapstick for actual lipstick... but don't count on it.
I'll be sure to report back on our child-free fun, but don't worry, I'll be back to over-posting pictures of my offspring in no time!