Our house is shrinking.
Since coming home from the hospital we have set up our base of operations in the living room. We put up a Pack n Play in the corner so we can set the babies down every once in a while, and they can nap. We feed them in the living room. We try to nap on the couches. We eat in there.
Large chunks of the house itself seem to be missing. I thought I remembered it having more square footage when we bought it. Bedroom? What bedroom? It's not like I need my bed for any reason and I've been wearing the same sweats for 3 days. Bathroom, yeah, but who has time for a shower? I would go to the kitchen but it's basically just a sink used for washing pump parts now. Thank goodness nice people keep bringing me food. Yum. We still have a basement? Interesting. I see no evidence of that fact.
Adding to the claustrophobia is that we have the TV on almost constantly; mind-numbing reality shows, the Weather Channel, sitcom reruns. We like to watch movies but we a) can't commit to a full movie because we'll just have to stop it when we feed/change/whatever the babies and b) all of our movies are downstairs, which, remember, we're not sure if that still exists.To remedy this we've been watching movie channels like FX, AMC, and the like. Did you know they play the same movies over and over again? We know now. 2012, Armageddon, Day After Tomorrow, Star Trek.We've seen these movies (or parts of them) so many times that combined with the lack of sleep it's starting to have an effect.
All Ben Affleck and no sleep make Kate and Corey...something, something.
Please. Let us out.
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