With three Edie-weeks under my belt, I now have a far greater respect for parents of multiple children. I always tell first time parents that there's no way that you can prepare yourself for the disruption of having a child. I'm really smug when I say that. Because I'm all knowledgeable and worldly. And an idiot.
I certainly didn't anticipate that adding a second child into the mix would be all that disruptive for me. Smart people would just look at me with pity, laugh, and make a joke about the challenges of going from zone defense to man-to-man. I'd just think, "Whatever, old man/lady. I know what I'm doing here. I've got this thing nailed." I barely took a week off of work, I was so sure that this was going to be a cakewalk.
I clearly didn't fully appreciate the skill that is required to jam the shocker down your screaming baby's throat, while simultaneously yelling at your other child for something stupid like not paying proper attention to your lesson on the appropriate way to hold a pen.