Tonight I find myself all alone in our cute little house. It is a terrible feeling. The babes are at Grandma's, Brian is on call, and I was planning on spending the evening out and about with friends and a cocktail. After a last minute cancellation I found myself trolling aimlessly around Target and Home Goods not really needing anything but not wanting to be in my quiet house either. It was strange to be in a store and not be rushing against the clock, trying to get everything on the list before a meltdown, naptime, snack time, dinnertime, etc. I strolled up and down every aisle (literally). The highlight was when I saw a man with twins- poor guy, I think I attacked him with my need to talk to someone. I was exactly the person that I hate when I go out with ours- the one that runs up to you and asks if they're twins (duh) and then tells their story about how, 'oh, I have twins too' (good for you lady) and then (gasp) touches them (I tickled a foot, I couldn't help it). He was obviously annoyed by me (rightfully so) and on I went about my own twin story (and on and on and on). I only realized what I was doing when he started inching away from me mid-story. Geez, I'm pathetic. I mean, did this guy really need to know about my son's love for Brobee? I HATE when people do this to me and here I was talking and touching- being THAT person! I called my mom three times to check in on the babes...THREE TIMES! Who am I? I looked forward all day to a baby-free evening and the second they drove away I couldn't stand to be without them. Guess what I bought- baby socks, baby mittens, a new book, fridge magnets, and Christmas cookie cutters. On a 'me' evening I couldn't even buy myself anything! My nights alone make me sooo appreciative of my nights with a full house- those crazy, pull your hair out, work up a sweat, wonderful nights with my family! COME HOME FAMILY!