(This title, while an obvious Beatle allusion is somewhat misleading. In the song, the phrase means it's an overblessing of good things. While everything we're doing is good... wow, overwhelmed.)
We can't do it all - this is our conclusion. Our NY trips tend to be overfilled with trying to see lots of people. The last couple times we were here, we tried to streamline that process. I still think we didn't set our sights too high, except for... Tochterus Kvetchimus. She's really been wonderful, but she does have needs, and those needs include eating (gotta love changing rooms in stores! Today a lady stopped me on the way into a changing room with a "Miss, are you trying anything on?" I replied yes - the baby! "She fits, don't worry," said I, and when I exited I told the attendant that I'd take this one), sleeping, wanting to NOT be in this car seat for another second (!), and of course, pooping.
We went bowling today with Uncle Boaz, and as we were leaving the bowling alley I turned the girl to a horizontal position, took a sniff, and commented that boy, did she stink. And then I looked down. The poop had migrated up her back (correct, hitting her tushy cover, dress and onesie), and since I had been holding the little tuber, onto my shirt and the t-shirt beneath it as well. So, we change her on a snack table at the bowling place ("I have a birthday party coming in here in five minutes!!" Well, I couldn't find the changing table in the bathroom - it was hidden in the handicapped stall. Anyway...), change her into her reserve outfit, and I feverishly scrub at my stained shirt. Needless to say, it didn't fix it.
Luckily, Sears was there! Just next door, in fact. So wearing my eau du poop cologne I went and bought the same shirt I had been wearing (purchased at a different Sears the day prior) in a new color, changed clothes, and we were off, even if our shirt did clash with our hat. But at least I wasn't getting dirty looks anymore.
However, right around then was when it all became too much. We had planned to go to Lakewood today; didn't happen. Planned to see another friend of Yoav's; nope.
So now we've mapped out the rest of our stay in NY, and we've trimmed it into a more reasonable schedule, I hope. Next time we come I think we'll just get married again, or better yet, just have a shmorg somewhere, so everyone can come to us!