I know how blessed I am. How lucky.
I know if my girls would've been born at 26-weeks - like they would've been if not for the miracle of modern science - things could be much, much worse. I know. I know. I KNOW.
I won't bore you with the details about the trials and tribulations of having two-year-old twins. I am tired and frustrated. This morning I sighed, I cried, I told myself it will get better. It has to. She cannot be this trying forever. Right. Right??
I googled and found stories of two-year-olds that are way worse than mine. I thought it would make me feel better. It didn't.
So I'm blogging instead. This is my Lucky U card:
The inside said "Lucky U, you get a card from me!" (Maybe it should've said, "Lucky U, you don't have two-year-old twins! HA!")
The sparrows are Bombshell Stamps. The Lucky, the U and the fancy square are Studio G stamps. Staz-On ink, Distress Inks, and Prismas for the (crappy) coloring - I'm trying to get better at it, but it might be a lost cause. The cardstock is from my stash.
Tomorrow will be better.