While I can honestly say this is something I’m not likely to try myself. Nor would it be okay with me if I found out the babysitter, grandparent, or other caregiver were doing it on their shift. I think the biggest problem with her story is that she drove around with her toddler after the odd one-hit wonder.
When I reach my limit with two little ones — and I do, believe me — my husband has recommended to me that I put both kids in their respective cribs, make a hot cocoa, and watch sex in the city until the urge to scream passes.
We all have our vices. What’s your guilty pleasure when you need to keep it together when you’d rather fall apart?