I have a little sister. She's the youngest. She's 14. She's been at my house now for less than a day.
This afternoon she generously offered to take care of my children while I caught up on some much needed work. So, I sat down on the computer. And soon--and I mean very soon--it became terribly. horribly. quiet. I was sure they had all died somehow in a bizarre, soundless freak accident.
I searched frantically, finally finding them in my bedroom.
My darling, brilliant sister had charmed my children (and herself) to SLEEP.
Midday sleep hasn't happened at my house for over a year.
I'm keeping her.
That's right Mom. You ain't getting her back.