The last six weeks have proven to me that talk is cheap and actions speak volumes. I've learned that I must really be Wonder Woman because I managed to somehow halfway heal from a c-section, battle an upper respiratory infection that was borderline pnemonia, battle the resulting viral pink eye (and manage to NOT infect the twins with pink eye somehow) and care for my twins on 2 hrs of sleep a night while also doing housework against doctors orders, running errands and packing twins in car seats which exceeded my weight allowance and did all the other things I had hoped for help with.

The remarkable thing is that I managed it without the weekly help I was promised. No one showed up a few times a week to help with chores, take care of the boys so I could rest (exception was 1 day the boys were gone all day and I slept thanks to grandparent intervention), cook a meal or do any of the other things everyone went on and on about that I'd get help with weekly once the boys came home and I'm quite proud of myself.

I always knew I was strong and capable of overcoming any obstacle before me, but I honestly never thought I'd be able to do all this with twins, especially since everyone I know with multiples made it clear I would never be able to do it alone and without help.

So yeah, there's a part of me that's extremely bitter and salty over not having the help I expected to get automatically when I got home but on the flip side I'm happy because of the fact I did learn a few valuable lessons in the process. I really don't need anyone in my life to help me or take care of me, I can do it by myself.