Last week at the grocery store, for the one millionth time, an old lady instructed me to treasure my daughters while they’re this age. Now I, like you, typically smile at whatever old fart is in front of me and go about my business with a “Oh, yes! I am!” But this time, with Addy strapped to my back and kicking, and Penny whining she wanted to buy some flowers, while I searched vainly for some garam masala in the spice aisle, I responded, “You know I’m trying. But it’s getting awfully hard to treasure those 3 AM wake up calls. Followed promptly by a 4 AM wake up. And winter? Do you know what it’s like to get them bundled up, out the door, and in their car seats everyday when it’s below freezing? Not to mention the fact that I somehow neglected to put gloves on my daughter’s hands today, and now I’m going to have to buy a ridiculously overpriced pair just to make it home. To be honest, I can’t get through these times fast enough.”