The beloved has a spate of evening rehearsals during the upcoming month or so, and I’ve called in the reinforcements, which for the most part consists of a phalanx of chums I’ve seen far too little of since we got with child #2. It’s not like I couldn’t hack it, managing the dinner/bath/bedtime routine with the two be-diapered kids simultaneously. It’s like my hacking it would also entail my hacking other things, too, due to Behavioral Complications stemming from the M-word.













