Smackdown

It seems that I have to deliver a Smackdown at least once a day to somebody in my house and if it’s not one of those days I’ll make it one of those days by delivering the smackdown to myself. I'm always hardest on myself. Now this is Verbal Smackdown that is let me make that clear (don't go writing to me all up in arms). Although the other kind is threatened about here and there too with 16 year old twins. “I brought you in this world and I’ll take you out.”

Why so many of these smackdowns or outbursts? There are no smooth sitcom moments in my house. No real moments of discussion and contemplation. Nope. they are only in my head when I do the writer initial set-ups.


Mom: “Honey I was very upset by X. Let’s discuss it.”
Kid rolls eyes but sits down sullenly: “Sorry Mom.”
Mom: “Now what would have been a more appropriate way to handle the situation?”
Kid: “I guess Y. I’ll do better next time.”
Hugs and love all around. Sit down dinner time. "Come and get it!"



Yeah. Um. Not. Think the opposite in reality. A stomp off, a yell and then me with the verbal Smackdown and punishment before an eyebrow is raised. Then everyone is sad and mad and there is the smell of rancid hatred soup in the air. Sort of cabbagey.






In that is why I’m so pissed at all the TV shows I used to love as a kids. The Cosby Show and The Brady Bunch. Man, they can all suck it. We were so not prepared for the Internet and texting and The Freakin Situation.


Best,
Kwana

Manic Monday

What's Jack up to? Jack is really going stir crazy with all the rain. You get a glimpse of sun then in a flash it gone replaced by torrents or rain that seem like they'll never stop. Sadly, the forecast in not so hot for the next few days. Sorry, Jack I'm over it too.

Yep, It's another Manic Monday. Man, they come around so fast. We're in the last week of school here in NY. The last bit of finals for the Dear Twins, then I hope for a bit of the wildness to die down. We'll see. Does it ever really? Nope. In the meantime I'm cracking that whip and lacing up my skates.



What's on tap for your week?

Best,
Kwana

Getting Testy

What's Jack up to? Jack's had a fun weekend. A little sun a lot of rain, but he did his best to stay feisty through it all. So very Jack.

This week starts a strange and stressful 2 weeks at my house of testing and finals for my twins. So there is no real set school schedule. The kids will be just going in for their tests and whatever extra test prep that they can be coaxed into and they both can surely use.

I'll be on the edge of my seat hoping they do as well as possible to pull it all out for the end of the year. There will be some days on and some off for them and around it all I'll be on call for, well, whatever. Very stressful for any mom. Time to put on my roller skates and try and not get too testy myself.

What's on tap for your week?

Best,

Kwana

Monday Monday

What's Jack up to? The little bugger's all tuckered out after causing havoc this weekend and running around the neighborhood terrorizing people chilling in their own backyards! Oh, Jack what will I do with you wild one?





So, how was your holiday weekend? I hope it was truly lovely. I won't bore you and get too far into mine, but I would love for someone to to give any remedies on surviving a quaint family day with two teens. One who can pretty much tolerate you and the DH and the other who's shooting dagger's at you and the DH the whole time. Watch it! Duck! POW- POW.

Dinner feels like an episode of Survivor.
Picture Jeff Probst. "Mom, with the most votes, you are the fifth person to be voted of the island, your time is up."

Mom wipes forehead, looks back and and waves good-bye to the rest of the inhabitants.

"Whew", she mumbles under her breath.

She feels like, Chet. Freedom, a meal, a shower and a shave. No daggers. Sounds like bliss:)


I've got a super busy week ahead with plenty of writing (MUST WRITE!!), Dr. appointments and housekeeping to do. Plus even more driving for said dagger shooting teen. So that should be, well... fun.


What's on tap for your week? I hope it's dagger free.



Best,
Kwana

Happy Birthday Little Twin 'A' and Little Twin 'B'

What's Jack up to? Today's he's constantly stealing my slippers and taking them under the coffee table. What up with that, Jack? Get your own darn slippers.

"So, how many children do you want to have?"

That was the question posed to me while I was flat on my back, a little over fourteen years ago, having my first sonogram. It's the question that would change my life and the DH's life forever. After the initial shock of being told we were having not one, but two babies we were sent home with two grainy, unrecognizable sonogram photos. One labeled Twin 'A' the other labeled Twin 'B'. We showed them off as if they were painted by DaVinci.

On January 15th, 1994 we welcomed our baby boy and baby girl into the world.

Happy 14th Birthday DD and DS!

We can't believe that fourteen years have gone by so fast. To the world, you are both so different now from the photos shown here. But we don't have to look too closely to see that your hearts are just the same.

We love you both more than any words on a page can say.

Make this a wonderful year!

Love,

Mom and Dad