October 07, 20XX

7:45PM

Dear Diary,

It feels kind of weird writing in this thing... I haven't written anything since my honors thesis in college, so this will be an adjustment. I guess I could start by introducing myself, though I don't think anyone besides me would read this. My name is Armin Arlert. I'm a twenty-eight near old "mother" to a five year old named Cyril and a newborn named Isabel. Levi, my husband, decided to name our daughter after his late sister. Our son's name was spur of the moment, but...

Hmmm... I don't know what else to write right now.

8:15PM

Okay, so I guess I do have something to write about now. Levi managed to get Cyril into the tub for a bath but had to spend a few minutes chasing him around to get clothes on. For some reason our son insists on not wearing clothes and is proud to be naked. That makes me worry... But that's normal, right? Levi rarely talks about his childhood and I don't remember going through a rebellious phase. I guess Cyril is starting young. He has my eyes, his father's hair and- one second, he's running around with pants on his head.

8:30PM

Thankfully Cyril avoided the stairs but it took the both of us to catch him and put his pajamas on properly. He grinned like it was the biggest accomplishment of his life and puffed his chest out once he was fully clothed. "I could have figured it out." He's precious but I worry about him. Levi claims that I shouldn't worry so much because he's young, but still. Isabel tends to be rather quiet unless she's hungry or needs her diaper changed. I tried teaching Levi how to change her, and he's getting better, but he has the habit of making sure the straps are perfectly aligned and angled.

"I don't want her wriggling out the way Cyril did." That was his reasoning at least.

... I still don't really know what to write in this thing. Maybe I'll go check in on Isabel before taking a shower.

11:26PM

I lied, I do have something I want to write about. It happened a few days ago, but I decided to buy a new pair of yoga pants to keep on with my workout routine. Normally I would try them on before buying...but they were on sale.. So I went home, changed and went on with my routine. Though...I wasn't expecting Levi to get home so early. So somewhere between me being in downward facing dog on the floor and missionary in the bed, my new yoga pants ended up damaged...

So I tried to return them...

The cashier tried asking me why there was a hole in the seat of the pants, but I was too flustered to tell the truth. I eventually said that I snagged it on something and left it at that. I'm pretty sure they gave me a strange look, but what else was I supposed to say?! Just thinking about it now makes my face heat up...

To make matters worse my husband gave me a small compliment on how nice my rear looked in those pants. Well, they were nice... But now I want to tell him that he owes me a new pair of yoga pants.

It's getting late and I have to wake up early to get ready. Hopefully this wasn't too awkward. Ehhh... Writing about that makes me feel awkward..

Nighty night.