Super Dad came to the rescue yesterday and narrowly averted a complete mommy meltdown. After hearing how frazzled I was when he called to say hi, he came home at 2, took over responsibility for all of Nick’s eating and sleeping and sent me to a nice hot bath with a big glass of wine. In case anyone had any doubt, Sam is THE BEST HUBBY EVER. PERIOD. Luckily for me, it’s Nick’s 12 week birthday today. Not that he’s been a hard baby, but I’ve heard that it starts to get easier after 12 weeks, so hopefully we’ll have fewer of these exhausted days in the next few months?? A girl can hope…