Bottle, Interrupted

I think the biggest shock of having Baby T is how pressed for time I feel! I always feel a little bit guilty on her behalf, as if she is getting the short end of the stick. Whereas I always had time to sit and gaze into Preschool C's eyes, play with him, rock him, etc, Baby T doesn't get quite as much of that. Of course, Preschool C demanded it and Baby T is pretty relaxed. It seems like we are always on the go. Inevitably, we must leave right in the middle of a feeding or be late. So, poor Baby T gets fed half the bottle at home and half at the other location. She doesn't seem to mind, so I guess I shouldn't, either.
Of course, running around like crazy isn't always my fault. It's the other member of our household who seems to cause trouble and slow us down. I haven't introduced him yet, but he is the bane of my existence. His name is Sopie. He is Preschool C's imaginary (yet very real) friend/enemy. Sopie does all of the bad things that Preschool C dreams about doing but knows he would get into trouble for. Sopie colors on walls. Sopie says bad words like, "Stupid head". Sopie hits and kicks and says he doesn't like people. I told Preschool C that Sopie had to move out. But he just keeps returning.
Stroke of luck. We had a dog for 6 weeks. After that mistake left our house, we sold its kennel in a garage sale. Preschool C was distraught. We didn't know it, but Sopie was locked inside the cage and therefore, taken away from our home. I pretended to suffer the pain with Preschool C. Poor Sopie!!! But not long after Baby T was born, Sopie found his way home. Drat!
I guess it's all part of it. The kids are happy so I am too. And if Baby T has to share some time, she's no worse for the wear. But when you see me dragging Preschool C, Baby T, and holding the door open just a LITTLE bit longer for Sopie, you'll know why I'm just a tiny bit frazzled :)
                                                                                                                         K