Ok, give me a break. I "slept" in a tent with 6 kids under the age of 10 last night. I know! Last night! Remember all that wind and rain that woke you up at 3:00 a.m.? Well I was sleeping outside in it. By 8:00 p.m. last night I pleaded with them "Why tonight" I asked. "It's going to be windy and it may rain." "But Mommy, you promised!" they cried at me. "You promised that when school was out we could have a sleep over with --with every kid on our block--in the tent in the back yard." I hate that. I always keep my promises. I hate it even worse that I am so paranoid I can't just let them sleep by themselves out there. Even worse, I hate that what that means to me is running eight-and-a-half miles he next morning with sciatica. The good part was, the morning was post rain-fresh (and by morning, I mean 9:30 a.m.---I kinda missed my mark with the rain and all). But the birds with the yellow head, and the black birds with the red diagonal stripe across the tops of their wings were out in record numbers. I practically crawled today, but it was luscious all the same. | 