Sleepless Nights

Before I became a mother I naively believed that the sleepless nights were only a short lived phenomenon.  I thought that if I could get my babies into a “sleep routine” that all would be good.  I was an organizer and a problem solver, no tiny creature would defeat me.  I dreamed that I would appear for work every day rested, hair done, makeup perfect..ready to take on the world. 
Today, almost a month after their second birthday I dragged myself out of bed after a night where at least one of them was up every minute between 2 and 5am.  My husband and I grunted at each other as we passed in the hallway taking turns picking up the crying twin and trying to console them.  When they both started wailing, we took to different beds, each with a baby in our arms.  Unfortunately,that was a futile attempt at sleep.  My husband describes getting into bed with one of my twins is like sleeping with a fresh water salmon.  The rolling, the turning, and their seemingly slippery nature as we grasp to hold onto them in our half awake state leaves everyone exhausted and miserable.  Today I left for work in wrinkled pants, with only half my hair looking good and mascara dots on my upper lid.  My boys however, were squealing, giggling and playing as if none of the torture had happened.  My husband, coffee in hand, half-heartedly waved as I walked out the door for what felt like the longest work day ever…