Judge me if you must, but I’m already anticipating sharing a bed with a three, five and seven yer old tonight when the worst of Hurricane Sandy’s winds are forecast to hit. I just needed ten minutes of quiet before I start hearing:
“When is the power coming back on?”
“He/she keeps looking/touching/breathing at me!”
So if I’m savoring my sanity and telling the kids to play downstairs is wrong, then I don’t want to be right!