the switch.

Tomorrow's the day that we make the big switch, from zone defense to man-to-man. J doesn't seem to have any idea that his advantage doubles as of 7 tomorrow morning when his pop returns to work but I can't stop thinking about it. I'm not so much nervous as positive that this peaceful, sleep-loving, angelic little bundle of happiness is going to suddenly transform into a colicky raving lunatic baby around 7:03. Plus I'm already really, really tired.