Before Edison made their rather dramatic entrance into this world, I had a crazy idea that returning to my regularly, tightly scheduled and carefully planned life would be a breeze. After all, in these later years in my life I’ve become somewhat of an organizing queen. I knew about the crying and sleepless nights. I knew about the energy drain that comes from trying to heal while caring for another life. I knew about the emotional fatigue that would come from the ebbing and flowing hormones (and again–lack of sleep). I knew about all of these things and yet, for some…