Today and tomorrow is Mommy and Daddy time. Our’s alone. No kids. No Traffic. No deadlines. No chauffeuring kids from here to there. Just the bliss of a quiet twosome.

After many attempts we finally found a sitter to watch the wee ones, the wild ones, the ones that we love. And we have 24 hours to ourselves in a place where we can run around naked, howl at the moon, and indulge in a little romance. Twenty-four hours to cuddle, spoon and do our taxes (I hope he is only kidding!) Twenty-hour hours with no television, no phones and plenty of places to play hide-and-seek.  One day without children who always knock on the door just when we are getting down to the nitty-gritty.

Somehow, I think these will be the shortest 24 hours known to humankind.