I was born on March 20, 1983 in a tourist trap of a town in southern New Jersey. I don't know if I was born during the night or day, I don't know if my mother had an epidural, I don't know if she was alone. I don't know if she ever held me, or even looked at me.

Yep, that's me. Jim and I came to the conclusion within the last couple months that I need to return to work full time. I have been fortunate enough these last 2 years to only have to work 2 nights a week, and I am so grateful for the time I had home with my babies. BUT, if we ever want to be able to buy a house in this market it is something that needs to happen.

My husband is a great Daddy. He adores his baby boys and really enjoys them. That's something that I am almost jealous of, I feel as though I get too caught up in when they ate, when they napped, and whether their faces are clean that I FORGET to play, and really enjoy the beauty that is my babies.

I'm having one of those days. Nothing is fitting into my day as seamlessly as it did yesterday, and I'm not fitting into my pants as well either. Nothing like a fat day to get you thinking about life. I'm really feeling stretched too thin(and not in the weight department) lately. I am predominatly a SAHM, but I do work a night or two a week for some extra spending money. I am a wife.  I also am a part-time student, working towards my RN. I have been feeling as though, while I am suceeding in all of these things I'm trying to do, I'm just not doing any of them very well.