My least favorite question. The most frequently asked question (after the whole "are they identical" nonsense).
The thing is, N & C are pretty good sleepers.* But the other thing is, every time I get asked The Question and admit that they are pretty good sleepers*, the universe laughs at me and N & C proceed to have at least 2 horrible nights, but usually more. Every. time. It doesn't matter how hard I try to acknowledge the Sleep Powers That Be with my responses: "well, for right now, they are sleeping through the night, yes, but you know, that could change at any moment" or "For now, yes they're sleeping great but we're on the cusp of some milestones so that could change at any moment". I try so hard to be appropriately grateful and appreciative so that maybe, the pattern will break. Never works. Never. Without fail crappy sleep immediately follows being asked The Question.
Some one asked The Question on Sunday. It's been pretty rough over here since Sunday night. I'm tired and cranky. Do you think the Sleep Powers That Be want me to start lying? Because I will if that's what it takes.
In the midst of this wonky sleep stretch, I decided it was a great time to finally start calling around to start the day care search. Infant care is pretty hard to find. But is it really necessary to laugh when I say "Hi, I was calling to inquire about day care. I have 9 month old twins." Because I could do without the laughter. It's not helping my crankiness.
That's all for now - I've got to turn in early as who knows what's in store for tonight.
*MAJOR DISCLAIMER: I understand that their sleep habits can change on a dime and I am prepared for every thing to go to shit at any moment. Constant vigilance in expecting horrible nights is key.