There was a moment when I could have made another choice. My girls' giggling was reaching a fever pitch; I could tell they'd lost control of themselves. My son was entertaining them by jumping off his bed, naked. It was so close to bedtime and no one was in pajamas, no teeth were brushed, no toys put away. I could have watched my three children having a good time in their room, not fighting with each other, entertaining each other and laughing. I could have stood in the doorway and thought how lucky I was to be in a moment, witnessing the chaos of carefree childhood.
But that was not my style.