Now, if I seriously ever had triplets I would need: a psychiatrist, a therapist (yes both so I could lie and get double the meds) a cleaning lady, a chauffeur, and a boob job (just because after nursing twins my boobs are even more nonexistent than they were pre-pregnancy - I can't even imagine the lack of bubbies after triplets)
Peyton is now yelling at me because I am not feeding her babe the oatmeal that I am feeding to her and Sawyer so I must run. At least the cabbage patch kid won't hit and kick me when I wipe her face.
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