With Josh pressing the flesh at
Lollapalooza all day Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I'm learning what it's like to take care of two kids at once--
all by myself. During the day it isn't so bad, but last night's bedtime routine was a disaster. Baby A fussed continuously from 7:15 until 9:45, and I had to squeeze Z's bath, tooth-brushing, pajamas, stories and cuddles in between the screams. By the end of the evening my breasts and all stores of patience were sucked completely dry.