One of my best friends turned 40 a month ago. Her family never offers to watch her girls, Shannon 3 and Jolie 19 months, and she hadn't had a night away with her husband since their birth so I offered to take them overnite. They are truly sweet and adorable and love me and my DH to itty bitty pieces. My 9 year old twin boys were even excited to be with them. The adventure began at 9 AM Sunday morning. The girls and their endless paraphenalia got dropped off, and their parents headed to Manhattan. After tormenting my dog for a while (she's a huge mush that loved every minute of it) we left to go to the Children's Museum. Turned out they were having a special fundraising event so we had to change our plans. We stopped off at my DH's nearby office to strategize. The girls ran back and forth 8000 times and my boys xeroxed everything but their tushies. We ended up going to lunch at Ruby Tuesdays and then onto Chuck E Cheeses to see the big giant Rat and run around like lunatics with all the other pathetic parents looking for something to do on a rainy day. The 19 month old ran into their kitchen twice and my DH and I couldn't stop commenting on how hot and sweaty we were. By late afternoon we rented some Elmo videos and went home looking forward to having them sit quietly and relax or torture my dog. Much to our horror, these girls don't sit down except to eat and never watch television!!! I remember my girlfriend saying they really didn't watch t.v. but hoped I could corrupt them w/ Elmo. We were all shadows of our former selves by the time 7:30, their bedtime rolled around. My dog collapsed (literally) and my hubby and I followed. Happily the girls slept through the nite and their parents picked them up by 11 AM today. I loved having them, but realized I am WAY to old for toddlers. My tubes definitely tied themselves last nite and I'm pretty sure my husband gave himself a vasectomy with a steak knife after I went to bed.