My maternity leave ends tomorrow. And by that, I mean, the leave I have saved up, less the leave I have saved for my thryoid surgery, less the one day each week I haven't been getting paid, has come to an end.

I was able to rejoin the adult world for two events today. The Wichita Prayer Breakfast was this morning. I always enjoy this event, and am so grateful to work for the kind of company that not only supports its employees' attendance but buys the tickets! And I enjoyed a small luncheon with our new City Manager, which is a perk of being so young and having given x number of dollars to our local united way. Don't worry. It's not that much money. And I'm not that big of a deal. DH stayed with the boys for bfst, and my friend J. stayed with them at lunch.

And I feel so ... me ... again. Renewed. Refreshed. And wanting those two sleeping beauties to wake up and hang out with me, because I missed them.

Which is how I know that heading back to work next week will be not just a good thing, but a great thing for A. As I've always said, I'll be a much better mommy if I go back to work. I'm simply not wired to be a stay at home mom.

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Did you happen to catch the season finale of Grey's Anatomy?

I have decided that I need to carry little signs with me, like the ones that Alex made up for Izzie to remind her of things, for the people who berate us with questions when we're out in public.

1. No, they are not identical.

2. No, twins do not run in our family.

Ok, seriously, I know people are just trying to be polite, but what freaking difference would it make if they were identical? Seriously?! SO.OVER.THAT.QUESTION. Which is probably why I avoid eye contact and walk at a pretty fast pace whenever we're out of the house.

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The boys are growing in ways I can't even fathom. In ways I don't even notice. I just know they look different. It's the little things, like how I tried out the baby carrier on Will today, and I wasn't worried about him suffocating between my boobs. He just fits in it now. He's also going bald. So, we call him Dwight Yoakum behind his back.

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On Saturday, we had our first official paid babysitter. Two, actually. My college roommate's cousin and her friend. They were fabulous and I didn't have to worry about the boys at all. It was awesome to have that trust and freedom. But most of the time I just wanted to be back at the hotel enjoying the super comfy bed with my boys. See pic below of mommy and daddy's big night out.



And now Jack is waking up so I've got to go. Have a great memorial day weekend!!!!