Why Make Yourself Crazy?

Parents always say that when the first child arrives, they're nervous wrecks. They baby-proof everything, sand down sharp edges, fret and worry over every cough or whimper or tumble. But when the next one comes along, the law of the jungle takes over and they don't even bother putting away the sharp scissors and the industrial solvents. What happens, they think, is going to happen. Why make ourselves crazy? I have a show premiering this week, and people always ask the same thing: are you excited? Are you nervous? Are you happy?