I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Darcy has been very sick with the flu–it came on very suddenly a couple of days ago–and the doctor says it’s just a matter of time before Saige goes through the same thing. Poor girls. We have since separated the twins for sleeping again in the interest of not having one vomit on the other (ick). So Saige is back in a crib and Darcy is sleeping in the big girl bed. They are sleeping better separated in any case. So much for the grand “big girl bed” experiment.

With a house full of sick twins, pretty much all work possibilities are down the drain for the weekend, and probably next week also. I already had to cancel two jobs this week. Arrgh.

Shipped off dead motherboard a few days ago. It was about 4:45 and the girls were in a very bad mood when I brought them to the post office with me, prompting the postal guy (yeah THE postal guy, no matter how busy they are it’s always just one guy running the whole damn show) to make a snide comment about SOME PEOPLE watching Oprah until the last minute and then dragging their asses into the post office in desperation just before closing. I can honestly say I’ve never watched Oprah and I don’t even have the slightest idea what channel Oprah is on. No, I got there kind of late because we were having one of those days and it was a struggle to get there at all. Then when I said the package needed to be insured, he got even more snotty. In the most deadpan voice imaginable: “Did you fill out the forms for that while you were waiting in line?”–knowing the answer was no. Of course, if he had pulled his head out of his butt for just a few minutes he would have seen that was because I had no free hands to do so: I had one bawling twin in each arm. Yeah, his attitude made that day so much nicer.

The new router is only half-working. The wired part works fine, but networking and wireless parts are not working at all. The first tech guy I talked to gave up after just a few minutes and said I should send it back. He sounded vaguely pissed off from the minute he answered my call. It was your typical tech support call–I had a very hard time understanding him with his heavy accent and especially with all the chatter in the background (not to mention a moaning twin besde me). I’m going to call again and get a second opinion before I go to all the hassle of packing it up and doing yet another round at the hated post office.

So if I don’t reply to email for a while, I’m either offline or catching up on about two weeks of sleep deprivation.