gimme that old fashioned morphine

both boys are napping. simultaneously. which calls for a blog post.
well, reader, the euphoria of the first two weeks has dwindled in the face of my new reality: infants need care all through the night and toddlers need care, direction and discipline all through the day. makes for a tall order. in some ways, it's time to expand; in other ways it's time to batten down the hatches. streamline. focus. seek pharmaceutical help.

i'm on zoloft, to head off a postpartum craze like the one that settled after ben was born. it (the drug, not the craze) doesn't take effect for four weeks, so i'm waiting to see if it's going to help (things have been so much better this time, but i am glad to have a back-up plan if i need it). in the meantime, i'm drinking a rum and coke every afternoon. just kidding! i am sorry to see the end of my percocet prescription. it gives a nice buzz, in addition to controlling pain. :) i can see the appeal. oh, what am i saying?? i can get the same high from a square of dark chocolate.

speaking of, i'm so hungry. tuna sandwich, anyone?