Oh, no, Sweet Gym, I cannot go to thee,
For I have no sweats to put on!
Knew there was a reason I needed to do laundry last night. I just felt too lump-like to drag myself downstairs to do it. Consequences…
When Gabe was a baby, he used to get insanely jealous whenever I would try to give Sam any undivided attention. He doesn’t throw tantrums or try to push Sam away from me the way he used to, but, maddeningly, he still tries to shove his way into the picture so I can’t just focus on Sam. Doing homework with Sam? He wants to grab the abacus or steal Sam’s pencils. Listening to Sam read? He’s climbing all over us and singing loudly. Just trying to kiss Sam goodbye as he’s heading off to the bus? Gabe’s grousing that I’m not dropping everything to get him some more juice right now. I thought these were supposed to be first-born strategies, ways of acting out against the “new kid in town”! 
Can’t wait for Eric to get back home from this trip; doing “crowd control” parenting is far more stressful than dealing with them one at a time.
My husband and I are considering having a second child, and while I want one desperately it’s moments like that that I am petrified of. However, you seem to handle it with aplomb and grace. I can only hope I’ll manage it the same way.
Most likely will manage it by hiding under mounds of laundry and eating chocolates while singing ‘they’re coming to take me away’ though! *lol*