twin life puts a backseat to us life, where our basic necessities such as food, water and clothes are mere afterthoughts.  subway is a luxury.  pb&j and ramen being the go-to norm at 8pm when we realize we haven’t eaten and have no energy left to do anything beyond a microwave or slabbing sugar and protein on bread.  wife broke free for a home depot trip for air filters (the a/c has been screaming at us for weeks) and brought us back subway, now taunting me from bed.  yes.  we live in the master bedroom like a studio apartment.  2 moms, 2 babes, 2 dogs and a cat.  baby feeding trumped, as did the 10 minutes before feeds to get vacuuming done, and before that, the bottle-washing, and before that, the sheet stripping, bathroom scrubbing, counter sanitizing, bed making, laundry starting, diaper disposing, diaper changing, clothes changing for the inevitable leak (we’ve pointed that penis in every different direction with no reduction in leaks), and so on.  so there i was, with yet another bottle, for yet another feed, eyeing my bed and silently repeating, what about my subway sandwich…