Twins diapered days
Mike woke up at 4 to go to the gym, as he did every day. He prided himself in his athleticism, and enjoyed lifting weights and staying in shape. He was then home, showered and dressed by 6. He'd then get right to making breakfast, usually pancakes or eggs or something. When he finished, he go wake up the twins and bring them down to eat. After they did, it was bath time. Then he got them dressed. After, he'd get them to kindergarten by 7:30. Once they were there, it was off to work. He did construction, as the hours fit with his schedule. When the kids got a bit older and were able to stay home alone, he'd begin to take night classes to finish his degree in engineering. He'd gotten about two years, but had to drop out once it had fallen upon him to take care of the little ones. Day to day was usually a routine, but he did everything he could to spice it up and make it fun.
Mike finished the last stack of pancakes, and turned the stove off. He left the griddle on to cool, and wiped his brow. Satisfied with his handiwork, the 6' 2", 220lbs 20 year old made his way over to the stairs. He made his way up and pushed open the door to the twins room. "Enie meanie miney..." he started quietly, and smiled. He'd wake her first today. He went over to his younger sisters bed and sat down right on the edge. "Up an' at 'em darlin'." He said in a fake southern accent. "Rise an' shine."
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