Short day longest day of the week

So I used to love Wednesdays.The twins get off from school early we get more time together. Its the hump of the week,and Milton has not much going on Thursdays for the most part and Friday is family day.Saturday is relax day bum around for a bit and get ready for Sunday.Sunday is a full day at church one of my favorite days of the week.But Wednesday has become the CRAZY day here are the reasons why.......

1) Milton goes into work a bit later because he works til late at night.( I enjoy our mornings together. That's a plus)

2) Its early release at school. Why?!!!!

3) Which means early naps for babies.

4) Waking them up earlier.

5) Having lunch later.

6) Loading up in the car right after lunch.

7) Wait at the bus stop for 20 minutes (BABIES DO NOT LIKE TO BE IN CAR SEATS WITH A CAR THAT'S IS NOT MOVING!)

8) Play time snack time is way too long for babies

9) Get ready for church.

10) Go to Church.

11) LATE DINNER.

12) Rush HOME and Rush to BED.

13) AND BREATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and there you have it Wednesdays are my crazy and fun filled days..come on weekend

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