Twinkle: Quick Rant

I don't want to sound ungrateful for my three precious angels, because that's not it. I'm sure one day, when I am sipping Bellinis with the Twinkle girls in the spa at the Four Seasons, Mama Shoe-style, this will all be worth it, but right now it is hard. So when Mr. Twinkle's cousin called me four times this afternoon and then sent me a frantic text asking me to call her (presumably about what my girls want for Hanukkah), I really could not come to the phone. Really and truly, I could not. I was making sure no one fell down the steps, choked on an apple slice, drowned in the bathtub, or got electrocuted. And I'm happy to report that no one did, so I guess I can chalk this day up to a success. If I'd had time to answer the phone, I can't promise that I would have, because that cousin is annoying. But still, I really and truly couldn't, so maybe she should remember that I have three children under the age of four and just cut me some f*cking slack.