::Baby, Baby, Baby, Oooohhh!

I never thought at my age that I'd have a Justin Beiber song stuck in my head. I guess that's what happens when everywhere I look and everything I do is totally "baby" centered. My house, once clean, clutter free and totally organized is constantly a complete disaster. I had lots of people tell me that I would be surprised at what a mess and how disorganized everything would be around here once our boys were born, but I had no idea to what extent. Blankets are strung from wall to wall. Tummy time mats consume the majority of carpeted space in my living room. I can't tell you how many times I have tripped over those blasted toys that start singing some sort of annoying tune, and it never fails to wake a sleeping baby that just shut his eyes 5 minutes ago. I swear I hallucinate the tunes that are set on repeat if it's too quite in my house. Funny thing is that I could really care less as I feel like I've reached the top of Mt. Everest at the end of everyday that I am still alive. The whites of my eyes are no longer white. They now sport an attractive shade of blood shot red. There's not enough concealer in an entire Sephora to mask the nasty black puff balls that hang out below my eyes, and since I haven't set foot outdoors for more time than it takes to get from my car to the grocery store, my skin tone is borderline transparent. Lack of sleep does some strange and scary things to the brain. No wonder it's used as a torture device to get people to cough up info they are hiding. It's a darn good thing I'm not being held prisoner for anything, cause I would have cracked after the second week. Ahhhh.... the joys of parenthood! Even though I am a much more frightening version of the girl I once used to look like, the smiles from my boys and the dimples that run so deep make all the not-so-glam parts of my new life fade away... momentarily, at least.