Well, we survived our first day with Andrew back at work! My goal for the day was to keep everyone alive and fed, and it was, dare I say, a smashing success. We even went to the sprinkler park. And and and! Both kids slept in their own beds, simultaneously, for over two hours, and a day like that is enough to put anyone in a really good mood.
I also think I've turned the corner hormonally, because my entire outlook has lifted and I no longer feel the crushing anxiety. Sure, I'm less than thrilled about the prospect of Andrew's going to work on time tomorrow (as opposed to the hour or so late he left today), but the thought of it does not make my stomach clench in fear.
I think we're going to make it.