One of my friends recently Twittered about finding alone time from her three children…in the bathroom.

Ah, yes. [You can start humming "Memories" here] I remember the days of escaping to the bathroom for a few moments of quiet. I wondered if dragging the coffee maker in there and a plug for the telephone–okay, this was a LONG time ago, before cell phones and even before cordless phones–would be cause for one of my neighbors to contact Social Services.

It wasn’t.