Delivery

I'm a member of Twins by the Bay club...a local twin support group thing. They have sales and email exchanges and bi-monthly meetings. I've been going, mostly to get out of the house and make myself feel better (since I am usually more together than most of the women there, which is scary...but I digress.)

Part of the club is helping other twin moms, so last night, I brought dinner over to a new twin mom. Lasagna (that Michael made...mine sucked), Garlic Bread, Salad, Brownies, and a bottle of wine (for dad.)

When I arrived at their place, I heard crying. Dad came to the door and he looked frazzled. He had one crying baby in his arms and one in the swing. Their living room looked like a twins by the bay garage sale, with baby stuff everywhere. I went into the kitchen and started taking everything out since he didn't have a spare arm. I got to the salad dressing and said, "I wasn't sure what kind you liked so I brought this kind. Hope that is ok." He said, almost in tears, "Who knows what kind we like at this point."

Mom was at the drug store getting some eye stuff, so I gave my congrats and snuck off back home where our dinner and bedtime routine was in full swing.

It made me feel good to help them out and it made me feel good, as mean as this sounds, to see other people who are going through what we have been going through.

I hope they liked the dinner.