Déjà Oops

Ladies, beware that extra glass of red wine on date night, or you could end up like me and find yourself with child yet again.  By the end of the summer I will be a Mother of two, which is a truly terrifying idea.  I can assure you that this unforeseen event was not even close to planned, and I assumed with the confluence of my advanced age (I am, after all, 100 in Hollywood years) and having recently stopped breastfeeding that it wasn't even possible to get pregnant again, but there you go.  So it looks like we're taking this crazy parenthood ride for another spin and hoping against hope that everybody comes out unscathed.  God help us.

I'm going to be honest with you here, folks, but I was fine with only having one kid.  I still have crap parenting days and I screw up royally on a regular basis, but we have a groove going around here that's manageable, and I was looking forward to sending the Muffin Man off to preschool in another year and getting back to my regularly-scheduled life.  Needless to say it looks like I'll be full-time mommying for a bit longer than I planned, so I'm feeling awfully thankful for Xanax this morning.