Not too far behind, but not on top, either.

I have been pleased by how relatively on top of things I am with this second kid. But yesterday I went to Dutch's 8 AM dentist appointment and discovered that in fact she had no appointment. So we scheduled an appointment for today. Today, as I tried to slightly tidy our filthy apartment, the receptionist called to gently inquire why we weren't at the dentist's office, where we were supposed to have arrived 15 minutes before. I got a little sniffly when I was talking to her. I'm not actually on top of things. I'm not having the baby blues like I did with Dutch, when I felt quite sad for several weeks. But I'm not exactly brimming with joy, I'm definitely not notably stable, and I'm not on top of things.