...I'm beautiful I got to cuddle nine-week-old babies all morning. Really, you should feel sorry for me because, do you know what a burden it is to cuddle multiples? My morning consisted of:
- Picking up one baby for cuddling and rocking,
- Picking up another baby and having to cuddle and rock two,
- Putting one down and rocking it in the car seat while still holding the other,
- All this while listening to nonstop lullaby music.
Meanwhile, I had to change a wet diaper, caress tiny heads, and smell that milky baby smell that compares only to the aromas of fresh coffee, mowed grass, new car and puppy breath. I could barely stand it when one of them found a tiny hand and went to sleep with knuckles in its mouth.
Sheesh.
Pity me. I have to do it again tomorrow.
