It is days like this--when I pick my daughter up from preschool and she's barely had a nap (if she even had one at all) and she starts to do that two-year-old thing where she goes kind of nuts and it makes me all kinds of crazy--that I wonder how I'll ever handle two kids at once. I swear, our after-preschool afternoons that last only from 3pm until daddy gets home at 6ish are more difficult for me than our day-long marathons with each other. It must be the no-nap (or short nap) thing. I can't fathom how I'll handle afternoons like this when I have a newborn too. Then again, maybe it's just tough now because I'm so ridiculously huge, tired and slow-moving. Maybe after the baby's been here a while and I get my energy back and we all get into a routine it'll be easier. And maybe, just maybe, monkeys will fly out of my butt.