Admittedly I am a sentimental person. The Aaron Neville cotton ads kill me. The “a baby changes everything” Johnson & Johnson ads? A puddle. That’s all that’s left of me, a big, wet, snorting puddle. Now, throw two kids in two years into the mix, sprinkle in the death of my grandfather that I continue to be in utter denial about and you have a person likely to cry at the sight of a pair of tapered jeans. Because, you know, they demonstrate the passage of time and that means not being a kid anymore, and becoming a mom, getting closer to death, which means leaving the girls alone, which means the end of living for them. I know, pull yourself together already, right?…