The hard part about twins is not how you do everything in duplicate. It's about the constant additional decisions you need to make (especially if you are a terrible decision maker like me). It's not just whether or not to breastfeed, but whether to breastfeed simultaneously or pump and bottle feed both babies simultaneously or whether to skip breastfeeding at all. Or breastfeed separately. Or bottle feed one and breastfeed the other--at the same time or separately.

Playdate Do: Make plans with children your child enjoys playing with in school. Playdate Don't: Make plans with child just to see what's inside mother's medicine cabinet. Playdate Do: Serve nutritious, non-messy meal that features all four food groups. Playdate Don't: Offer up a Valium around 3 p.m. Then laugh somewhat hysterically as if you've told a joke, but also crinkle your eyes as you try to discern where the other parent falls on the drugs-to-numb-the-noise continuum.

By the time you read this, I will have hopefully survived the first day of preschool. I say "hopefully" because I truly don't know what's going to happen when I get to that classroom door. Will I have a meltdown in the hallway, throwing myself at my childrens' feet, having them drag me over the tiled classroom floor as they fight my grip, struggling towards that goddamn sand table that is going to create so much laundry for me at the end of each day? Or will I merely slink off to the stalls filled with mini potties and silently weep into the toilet paper?