If the
boys fought me to go down for a
nap and fell asleep
in my bed rather than their
cribs, I'd vent my frustrations over feeling trapped
in the room with them by running downstairs and grabbing whatever we had
in the cabinets — bags of Goldfish crackers, boxes of baby biscuits — gobbling all the candy and then telling my partner we must have left the bag at the store rather than confess that I'd eating it all.