He's only been home for a couple days. So, I have yet to reach that "where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?" point of stupefying exhaustion. But I know it's coming, and I remember it well from last time. I'd like to claim we're better prepared this time around, but that would be a lie. We have a 4-year old bouncing off the walls, and she wants, bless her, to
help. This is both a really good thing and, knowing my daughter, a little horrifying. The task I have set before myself is to keep finding little ways she can "help" without jeopardizing Baby's safety (or my sanity). I don't want to discourage her, but her enthusiasm is going to keep all of us living on the edge of our seats for awhile.
