This morning I handed the girls some similar outfits, BUT BY NO MEANS WERE THEY MATCHING. Olivia had a fit and picked a whole new outfit. Now, I'm real cranky because I'm coming down with a cold again, or it's allergies, I've spent the last 24 hours dealing with orthodontic trauma, and I have to get them to school so I can go get a filling replaced at the dentist. Whatever, I don't care what ensembles they come up with, as long as they're weather appropriate and can be gotten on in a timely manner. With five minutes to go, I do both their hair in two little pigtails on top, but with different bows. Jesus, you would have thought I gave them white-hot brands the way Olivia pitched a fit. "PEOPLE WILL CALL ME GRACE AND NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO TELL US APART LIKE GABBY AND ABBY OR SEAN AND ISAAC!" So, finally we get to the bottom of it. There are three sets of twins in our preschool, and the other two sets always dress alike, and no one can tell them apart (and, I'm sorry, but Gabby and Abby? Serious?). From now on, I solemnly swear not to give them matching hairdos, despite the fact that one girl has long, curly, dark blonde hair and the other one has short, straight, light blonde hair. The funniest part is that I probably call each kid by the wrong name in this house about 10 times a day, and sometimes I call them by the dog's name.

Also, Olivia informed me that I bought her the wrong kind of underwear. She doesn's like the skimpy ones I got (no, they're not toddler thongs, just little hipsters--they're cute!). She wants granny panties that go up to her armpits, dang it! And when was the last time I got new underwear, by the way, double dang it!